My name is Yemima Kebede and I am Young Poetic Queen.
Do you know how it feels to be made fun of repeatedly? I do. To be made fun of for an extremely long period of time? I do.
Jessica (Me): “OH MY GOSH!” I could not believe it. I waited for this moment for so long. I looked at Lucas in disbelief. We had been dating for about a year now, and finally he was asking the question. Everyone told me that he was no good, but I didn’t care because I knew who he was deep down. My eyes teared up as he was about to ask the question.
The word “No” doesn’t mean “convince me!" I just wish I lived by that saying. Today, I want to call 911 and tell them how my boyfriend has been using me as a slave instead of a girlfriend for three years. He beats me. He calls me ugly every time I put on makeup to hide the scars and bruises he leaves me with. He calls me a hoe even though I’m the one catching him, exterminating the term “fidelity” from his vocabulary. After he beats me, he always says, “I’m sorry, you know I love you,” but those words have lost meaning for the both of us. If he loves me, then what was the point of using me as a punching bag? Is a black eye supposed to resemble his love for my eyes? Is my broken nose supposed to say he thinks I’m beautiful? Is my beaten up face supposed to let people believe that he’s abusing me out of love? Abusing me didn’t make me love him more, it made me stop. He made me afraid of him and ashamed of myself.
Dear Anxiety, You must really “love” me, don’t you? You’re with me everyday, and you always show up even when I don’t expect you.
Like most people, I have dreams for the future. But there’s one dream I have that’s different than the others. This dream expands so wide,
I imagine being beautiful. I imagine what it’s like not having to deal with insecurities. I imagine being a different girl.
Hi! I’m Young Poetic Queen. I sing, I fight for justice and equality, and I write poetry. I mostly write poems about racism, gender inequality, bullying, mental health, mental healing, spiritual healing, my faith in Jesus, my life and self love.
To all of the people who never want to pronounce my name correctly, My grandma did not name me Yemima so that I could mispronounce it just for it to