Friday, July 22, 2011

stunned

words are powerful
words are comforting

they rip you open,
leave you raw.

asking questions
wondering why

words leave you
isolated
secluded
alone

vulnerable

words
separate
discriminate

but

the spoken
are not as powerful

as the silent
looks
stares
judgments
calculating

eyes like knives
piercing your soul

leaving scars
that can never be healed

all because

you are not right
wrong.
can never be right.

i was made that way.
i will never change.

but you will have to.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

growing

relax
let go

children grow
older
stronger
to their own person

new experiences
new places

you raise them
to be on their own
and
to come back to you

being away
isn't forgetting

so
relax
let go
it is supposed to be this way.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

feeling

do you know how it feels
to be hated?

do you know how it feels
to hear whispers?

do you know how it feels
to dodge dirty looks?

do you know how it feels
to be completely ignored by a room full of people?

do you know how it feels
to only be acknowledged in public?

do you know how it feels
to have people plotting against you?

do you know how it feels
to seem:
worthless
insignificant
wrong.

do you know how it feels
to care about people that loathe you?

do you know how it feels
to be me in this?

do know how it feels
to know that everyone is rooting for you to fail?

do you know how it feels
to be:
lost
tired
lonely
frustrated
by this?

do you know it feels
to be me?

i think not-
if you did
i wouldn't feel so alone.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

different

old fashioned
i'd say racist.

colors are beautiful
shades abound
black
white
brown
caramel

everywhere you look a new shade appears

color defines us
color rules our lives
we are
sorted
seperated
judged

love of culture runs deep
washed out skin-
can't understand
isn't the same
shouldn't be trusted

family norms.
excess baggage,

we are branded by our shades.
we can not escape.
they never leave us alone.

it shapes our lives

you can not hide from it
nor change.

we spend all our time saying:
you just don't understand what it's like to be...

i know how it feels to be different.

if you only look at the color of my skin-
you will never know me.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

caught

you love me

but

you are caught
between
two worlds

split in half

old world
new world

longing
to
be
accepted
by
both

except

you love me

you can't decide-
where you fit.

pain
worry
fear
tear you up

but
you love me

you show it-

they're set in their ways

they refuse to see

they refuse to admit

that
you love me