Little Blue Notebook

Cause I get inspired and like to write. A lot.

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Walking

The sidewalk looks so narrow from here
I feel like stopping every now and then
But then I would be standing in this one spot
I don’t want the miles I’ve walked go to waste

At least the path widens the further I move
Nothing is ever completely hopeless
And every once in a while paths merge
To remind me that I’m not walking alone

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Modern Day Hunting

You walk through the crowd
Parting a colorful sea
And I can’t help but watch
The magic that unfolds

I was a stalker in distress
Until you became my target
Preying on you, I’m a hunter
Disguised in faux fur and pumps

Liquid courage slows my breath
Even heavier my body feels
And my focus has blurred
But I move in for the kill

You post next to the bar
A watering hole so inviting
I creep closer to you
And pounce with one hello.

Filed under poetry dating

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Life is a struggle. No doubt. But when things don’t go well, And you feel like you’re 6 feet under, Just look up. A new perspective can change everything. Until the heavens turn dark, And the world falls apart, Blue skies keep hope in sight.

Life is a struggle. No doubt.
But when things don’t go well,
And you feel like you’re 6 feet under,
Just look up.
A new perspective can change everything.
Until the heavens turn dark,
And the world falls apart,
Blue skies keep hope in sight.

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negro lady

negro lady
sitting at the front of the bus
wearing a plaid skirt past her knees

i cherish you

your kinky hair
dancing in all directions
creating a unique identity

i can never have

your dark skin
glowing like dark embers
exemplifying beauty with tone and luster

i can not obtain

your past life
fighting inequality with ferocity
talking of a future better than then’s now

i will never know. 

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Who I Am.

No fake nails, and No fake hair.
I won’t impress only in my Sunday best.
I love myself more than to dress in lies.
Granted—Everyone wants to feel wanted.
And I learned to play the game TOO damn well.

No more.
No more coveting bigger breasts.
No more harboring past insecurities.
No more excusing my behavior,
and then blaming someone else.

I fix my hair when I feel like it.
And yes, it’s all mine.
I wear nothing at home cause I can.
And no, you’re not invited.
It’s my time for me and only me.
My time to shield myself from society,
Cause society wants too much for not enough.

Society says,
I am supposed to be rich, but I am poor instead.
I am supposed to be educated, but I am smart on my own.
I am supposed to be sexy, but I am beautiful inside and out.
I am supposed to be what you want me to be,
but I am who I am just because that’s all I can be.

Filed under poetry selfreflection