slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
dear, insecurities
Dear insecurities, When I see people who don't look like me I wonder is it just me i try to be perfect as the pictures i see I think to myself can I be that pretty but if alter my ways I won’t be the same they won’t recognize what I became trying to be perfect it’s not easy as it seems I wish to my self why can’t I just like me for me, I look at old pictures of me and say that is a happier me that makes me wanna go back to old me. Here comes my insecurities blaming for what I am not but what I am not is what I want to be so when it causes me pain I say pain is beauty so don't take it away. the ache I learned to face I call myself strong to hide the fact that I’m not ok I brush off all the people who say you’re hurting and that's not ok they don't what I have faced so their words don’t stay in one place once again my mask goes up to conceal what they didn’t see please I just want to be the real me but the real me isn’t happy or healthy as they want me to be in reality everybody wants to be the perfect image they dream to be it's not just me
By World of Niyah5 years ago in Poets
