Universal remote

Words can cut deep...
When they are cursed from lovely lips..
But the power that exists in them
Is only yours to give.
People are spiteful,
even the ones you hold near and dear to your heart...
Conversations and understandings
Are ammunition waiting to depart.
They'll use against you sometimes..
The things they know will hurt you most...
and the closer they are to you...
The deeper the wounds can go...
So let's make a toast,
Not to d-bags or a-holes...
But to loved ones who try to put you down...
And don't know they haven't got that control.

Daddy issues

Staring at an empty chair...
Wishing he were sitting there.
Maybe he would understand...
Maybe he could ease my pain...
I think maybe oh just maybe...
Because he's the one that made me.
I'm his little girl,
That he's never even known.
I'm his little girl and now I'm 24 years old.
24 birthdays,
24 Christmases...
No hugs reflecting compassion,
no memories nor any pictures
That's right,
The life I've always wanted,
is just an illustration in my mind.
But its not vivid...
Like watercolors...
Or large pixilated images...
I can't see it...
Partially blind...
And it just...
Has left me incomplete...
I'm a puzzle missing a piece...
I'm a sinner without Jesus...
I'm a church with no preachers...
I'm a school missing its teachers...
Because I miss you...
but you don't know me...
So stranger danger
Blow the whistle
While I vent about Daddy Issues.

A.d.d

Late night talks about marriage and monogamy...
politics and conspiracy...
Religion and philosophy.
Make me wonder where are we going as a society.
Poverty plagues the world...
As well as overall inequality.
Could it be that possibly,
We just don't care?
That's probably the best synopsis,
Because the land of the brave
Seems full of hypocrisy,
When the world around us dies
And we just let it be.
Potentially killing ourselves in the interim.
You see how that works?
My mind starts to race..
But it can't distinguish the first from last place.
So we run this marathon...
With an extinguished torch
Planted in my palm...
And that Rocky theme song playing
As I hum along...
What was this about again?

Starting anew

I may not dress up all the time,
But trust, I'm a lady.
Even when I'm in sneakers and sweat pants.
hair not done and looking crazy.
I am sensitive,
Honest,
Loyal,
And true.
I may not always be confident,
And I don't always think things through.
I care too much at times,
And I give too much in relationships.
I have allowed men to dim my shine,
And bite my tongue so much that blood runs down my lip.
I don't always express myself,
And have even allowed people to take me for granted.
But I will no longer disrespect myself,
And from others, respect will be demanded.
my kindness has been taken for weakness,
but I'm spiritually hitting the gym.
I know the problems that I have been having in my life
Stem from deep within.
So I'm revamping this young lady
And actually letting my womanhood begin.