Soul Sistah
Bio
Content creator and writer.
Welcome to my world, come inside and let my poetic vibes soothe your soul, while my words echo in your mind and leave you wanting more.
Stories (34/0)
The stereotype of a Sista
Loud and ghetto to a T, this is the perception they have of me. Bad attitude and eyes that could roll all the way to the back of your head. She may not be classy but she definitely might be good in bed. Don't wife her, one night her and leave the money on the night stand, go ghost no follow back or post that makes her wonder where y'all stand.
By Soul Sistah4 years ago in Poets
My Melanin is not for sale!
She wants to walk like me, talk like me but never takes the time to see that black women are unique. We're the trendsetters who the culture vultures aspire to be buying lips and butt injections just so she can be an off brand version of me.
By Soul Sistah5 years ago in Poets
Late Night Flow
Invisible to your heart but visible to your eyes. I love you, I lust you and despise you at the same time, I ask myself why I even try to love someone who's incapable of love. Reasons I provide are excuses and even they aren't enough. I try, I fail, for a moment it feels as though I prevailed but in reality still I've failed. Failed myself for caring for you more, disappointed that I had an opening to leave but couldn't walk out the door. Fed up, yet I keep my head to look in your eyes while ignoring the lies, red flags have been raised but I disregard them. As I stare in the mirror I feel ashamed, shame I let you use me, confuse me and emotionally abuse me. I've become a puppet on a string and you are controlling my every move meanwhile I'm the one to blame. Shame on me, shame on us, shame on we who allow the hurt all for the joys of never being alone then up heartbroken with no words of remorse received. Sadly, it's our choice because we don't use our voice to speak up yet stay questioning why we weren't enough, but the real question is was it them or was it us who should feel ashamed?
By Soul Sistah5 years ago in Poets
Adolescent Memory
Ready, and willing but still left with the curiosity of what you're feeling. A simple hello has become impossible to achieve, once upon a time I used to believe that you were the one for me. But even our hearts sometimes deceives us and causes distrust. I can hear my lips wanting to utter the words I need you but the truth is I don't. You are and will always be an adolescent memory and reminder of my past. Your laugh I still cherish but your heart isn't mine..I become disappointed in the time I wasted daydreaming of things that will never come true. I've punished myself enough and now I have to set you free, but you and will always be an adolescent memory of my past...
By Soul Sistah5 years ago in Poets
"Triggered"
I'm triggered cause I thought you were the one but it was an illusion which came with confusion and had me losing myself while I placed my self-worth on the shelf. Every day I looked in the mirror and things still didn't become clearer until I stop listening to your words and focused on your actions now I'm contemplating and asking how did I sink so low where did my self-esteem go. As I lie here on the bed with "triggered" on replay my disappointments constantly playing in my head. I'm triggered when you text my phone, triggered that I let you give me false hope and left me feeling used discarded unable to process the hurt until the door that led me to you was finally closed. But, your soul is still connected to mine as I can still feel your kisses on my lips and spine. I'm triggered cause I knew my worth but let myself down when I chose to indulge knowing the consequences of the path I chose. So am I really triggered or feeling played that for you myself I betrayed.
By Soul Sistah5 years ago in Poets
The Escape
I feel myself pulling, slowly pulling away from everything that once brought me comfort and peace. I see myself leaving, leaving all the things that made me feel low and beneath the world. Outside I appear to be a strong woman but inside I am a scared little girl.
By Soul Sistah6 years ago in Poets
Spoken Word
Escaping the pressures of expectations, while setting limitations on others opinions of me. Breaking free of disapproving stares and walking through life confidently without a care. Some say I'm different because I don't get excited about socializing or partying.
By Soul Sistah6 years ago in Poets