the angels orange
in their glow today appear
super strange to me
soy la pesadilla
nos guste o no
así soy
así naci
así me he desarrollado
salvaje en la ciudad
una mona sin fronteras
peleando con cualquiera
pero con mucho corazón
te invito a que me juzgues
sin pena
que me odies
y mi insultes
no me cambiara
y cuando los que más amaba
me entrenaron como un huracán
lo que ustedes me puedan lanzar es inútil
mis ojos son ciegos
no miro color nación tipo de sangre
no miro religión nivel de educación
ni con quien te acuestas
no miro si eres cruel ignorante narcisista
y claro para que mentir todos juzgamos
pero la diferencia entre yo y tu es que
yo proceso con mi corazón te dejo o te tomo
si tienes sed te ofrezco agua
si estas desalojado aquí está mi tierra
si tienes hambre te doy todo mi pan
si tienes frio te doy mi ropa
si estas sufriendo yo sufro contigo
si me golpeas me muero de risa
si me humillas te doy mi sonrisa
si me traicionas te extiendo mi alma
pero hermano con excepción
si quieres lastimar a un niño o al anciano
al que no puede defenderse o regresar la punada
con mi ira te vas a encontrar
no tengo opinión sobre política
las leyes existen
el orden existe
libertad condicional
pero nunca me pudiste
controlar y menos amargar
así soy yo
te dedico con amor y franqueza
todo lo que soy
a tus pies nunca me esperes
pero mi mano aquí esta
yo sé lo que soy
soy menos que nada
y el día en que necesites
aquí estaré lista para amar o luchar
eu sou o pesadelo
goste ou não
sou assim
então eu nasci
foi assim que eu desenvolvi
selvagem na cidade
um macaco sem fronteiras
lutando com qualquer um
mas com muito coração
eu convido você a me julgar
sim pena
que você me odeia
e meus insultos
eu não vou mudar
e quando ele amou o mais
eles me treinaram como um furacão
o que você pode jogar em mim é inútil
meus olhos estão cegos
eu não olho tipo nação cor de sangue
eu não olho religião nível de educação
nem com quem você dorme
eu não olho se você é um narcisista cruel ignorante
e, claro, para nós mentirmos todos nós julgamos
mas a diferença entre eu e você é que
eu procuro com meu coração eu te deixo ou te levo
se você está com sede eu te ofereço água
se você é despejado aqui é minha terra
se você está com fome eu te dou todo o meu pão
se você está com frio eu te dou minhas roupas
se você está sofrendo eu sofro com você
se você me bater eu vou morrer de rir
se você me humilhar eu te dou meu sorriso
se você me trair eu estendo minha alma
mas irmão com exceção
se você quer machucar uma criança ou os idosos
quem não pode se defender ou devolver a punada
com a minha raiva você vai encontrar
eu não tenho opinião sobre política
as leis existem
a ordem existe
liberdade condicional
mas você nunca conseguiu
controle e menos amargo
eu sou assim
eu te dedico com amor e franqueza
tudo que eu sou
nunca espere por mim a seus pés
mas minha mão aqui é
eu sei o que sou
eu sou menos que nada
e o dia que você precisa
aqui estarei
pronto para amar ou lutar
i am the nightmare
like it or not
so i was born
here i am
this is how i developed
wild in the city
a monkey without borders
fighting with anyone
but with a lot of heart
i invite you to judge me
without shame
i know that you hate me
and insults
will not change me
and when those who i loved the most
trained me like a hurricane
so what you throw at me is useless
my eyes are blind
i do not see color nation or type of blood
i do not see religion or level of education
nor with whom you sleep
i do not see if you’re cruel ignorant or narcissist
and of course we all judge
but the difference between me and you is that
i process with my heart i leave you or i take you
if you are thirsty i offer you water
if you are evicted here is my land
if you are hungry i give you my bread
if you are cold i give you my clothes
if you are suffering i suffer with you
if you hit me i’ll die of laughter
if you humiliate me i’ll give you my smile
if you betray me i’ll extend my soul to you
but brother the exception
if you want to hurt a child or the aged
who can’t defend themselves or return the punch
to my anger you’ll respond
i have no opinion on politics
the laws exist
the order exists
conditional freedom
but you never could
control me or make me bitter
that’s how i am
i dedicate to you with love and honesty
everything i am
never wait for me
to fall at your feet
but here is my hand
i know what i am
i am less than nothing
and the day you need
i’ll be here
ready to love or fight
Beautiful Little Girl
to all my sisters and brothers with much love thank you Precious ❤
Hey lovely bloggers😊. Let me share a lil bit of my personal experience with you all. Twas fun writing this and I hope it helps someone out there 😉
Happy reading 😁
Growing up I was labeled as ugly because of my beautiful dark skin and nappy hair. Beautiful was something else but definitely not my skin color and myself. So I started having self esteem issue, self hatred and low self confidence. I often wanted to change myself into something that woul fit their description of beauty but I couldn’t change who I was.
Beautiful was that light skinned girl with long straight hair and a thin figure. Something I was absolutely not.
Growing up I realised that what I was exposed to when I was little somehow affected how I see myself and that’s sad really. When someone would tell me that I’m beautiful I’d have that voice…
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its not the lining of the heart or the medulla that is swollen it is pain of the spirit anger at the lot resentment at the lack of fairness and extreme abhorrence of the violence in my orbit of which you know that i know i cant fly its just wishful thinking a survival mechanism from a childhood taken so there is absolutely no need to pathologize my just being human i understand youre just the man with the accreditation and i can get that my other man under the bridges of my nation is working on the fly both bringing me the holy candy to take the edge away of the inevitable lesson of having to turn the other cheek but due to heavy handed legal messes summoned by the maternal book of ancient testament coming in direct conflict with the law of teeth for teeth coupled with Eve and Adam’s eye disease i bear the mark of all mankind and gift of favorite sons free will is not for you to harvest in the laboratories of supply at no discount price for first time users
just the flu
the magic leaves sanity a sacrifice ill pay for it tomorrow you gotta get some help tidal waves before me the river banks have failed screaming angels in a rage the faces flashing in the night i look for her and i cant find her sweet warm jello fingers pushing buttons to the elevator going up can you smell the gardenias wilting beeping and the blinking of the medical equipment sent tiny shocks of stress directly to the head the only way to soothe myself after a stressful situation was to savor the sensation of my eyes rolling to the back of my third eye it started with strained nerves and jittery eyelids tiny tear drops oozing from the corners and then the dark flowing through pin-hole relief of my private world painted with French carnival colors golds were greens reds that were milky blood pink old ship ropes and Macaque monkeys like the ones in Tangiers i remember while riding on the ambulance that late summer night
Seth 3: Christina’s rebuke
the road she is cruel and with little respite
but i made it to Your house
with the help of Ruach Elohim
i can raise my knuckles to Your door
and knock to be let in
YWHW this is your daughter
the mother of the boy
who is now in your eternal care
i see his hands and eyes and smile
in the wild flowers waltzing on the ground
i traversed the firmament all this way
for You to look me in the face
and give me a reason
because i’m only Your daughter
and i don’t know anymore
did You give Abraham his bosom
from these stones that hold Your strength
my bosom is torn wide apart
forsaken forgotten and in pain
the glimmer in the joy of light
that showers Your front steps
no longer bring me comfort
YHWH
You and i know what love can be
we both sent our sons
unto the world of man
but only Your’s came back
where did Opa go
accordions were not of import to me
until you were no longer there
the caramel and gray plaid La-Z-Boy chair
sat gaping at the ceiling wondering as i was
where did Opa go
we didn’t really talk no one taught me how
instinctively you knew though
that i loved your oversized navy blue trousers
and your red suspenders
except for the lederhosen not my style
regret burns hotter at night
while i sit silently on the kitchen counter
alone in the dark sometimes with pained wrists
and old cracked ribs dislocated in my youth
sit along beside me good times
where did Opa go
time rippled down your face
porcelined and freckled
both by illness and by cure
you would stare at mom’s cat
as the din of Lawrence Welk
seemed to echo from the corners of the room
where did Opa go
remember when i was 13
my socks were old and dingy
five sizes too big
and as you shook your head
you took out $50 from your wallet
and motioned me to get new socks
i just shrugged and smiled
turning my back on you
Mutta’s fancy mirror
stabbed me with
your puzzled dewey face
at my ignorant rejection
why did i let go
Opa
plea
Mercy, nourish the brilliance of my tarnished soul
it’s just a phase
the drops fall warm
like a resentful first kiss
placed crookedly on my lips
two broken children
dressed in archaic cloaks of sinful fathers
embalmed in summer rain
clasping hands in the park
you pointed at fancy bricks laid by FL Wright
your hero
we heard laughter from in the trees
we filled our heads with fantasy
of being greater than dirty jeans
booze coke
and motorcycles
what fools we were
but happy in our foolery
we’d stomp round town
wild haired green eyed queen
to her mohawked crowned king
while in the dampness of the night
we went our separate ways
on the dimly lit corner by House of Pies
to harvest broken proper mothers
up from their latest shag designer carpets
flown in from Rome
and as we punched our way through
explosive broken fathers
on Monday morning
we’d all pretend that our lives were wonderful
arena
el sol hoy es mujer
con un vestido de arco iris
las bestias de toda especie
se mezclan en el desierto ajeno
a todo lo que amo mas
los dioses de las estrellas
nacen y mueren en el mismo suspiro
pero lo que no cuentan
es que un suspiro es una eternidad
los ríos correrán de abajo a arriba
y la civilización esta clavada en una nube
fuera de mi alcance
pero a lo que veo
es mejor así
enterrarme en la arena
areia
o sol hoje é mulher
com um vestido de arco-íris
as bestas de todos os tipos eles
se misturam no deserto alienígena
a tudo que eu amo mais
os deuses das estrelas
eles nascem e morrem no mesmo suspiro
mas o que não conta é que um suspiro é uma eternidade
os rios correrão de baixo para cima
e civilização está preso em uma nuvem
fora do meu alcance
mas o que eu vejo
é melhor assim
me enterre na areia
sand
the sun is a woman today
with a rainbow dress
the beasts of all kinds
mix in the alien desert
with everything i love the most
the gods of the stars
they are born and die in the same sigh
but what they don’t say
is that a sigh is an eternity
the rivers will run from bottom to top
and civilization is stuck in a cloud
out of my reach
but how i see it
it’s better that way
bury me in the sand
words less spoken 