It's not about Love
It's About Money, Honey!
If I had a penny for,
Every time I wished there was more...
If I had a Nickle,
For every time I was left in a pickle-
If I had a dime,
For every time we didn't rhyme...
If I had a quarter!
For every time my heart should be wrapped in mortar!
If I had a buck-
For all the times I just felt… stuck.
If I said that would make me rich...
Would that make me the bitch?
If I said then I wouldn't need you-
Could that really be true?
Even when I say this, others may think...
That it's about love but it's not, that stinks!
No, it's not love that is at stake,
It's just my goddamn bank.
This is not about having heartbreak...
Its not about feelings being put to a rake,
It's about taxes!
And faxes!
It's about the life that should be mine,
Outweighed by that of a dime…
- Kaliyah Myers, a Poem to a soon to be book named, The Mad Project
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Kaliyah Myers
"Change is imperative. But the kind of change is the most important detail."
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The Mad Project
Pt.2 - Broken Promises + Lost Trust + Leave + The Playground + The Wishful Promise + The Disguised Lies Broken Promises, new formed lies. They’re all different colors in my tie-dye. Sometimes it felt like I lived in a world fabricated from lies, some were intended to make me feel better- to tell me that things were better than they were. It could be comforting until you are told you are crazy for not thinking everything is pretty butterflies and rainbows. It's strange how those same people come around later, astonished because could you believe it? It wasn't all that great after all. Other lies are even worse, and far deeper because those ones… you believed. Imagine trusting someone with everything and thinking they trusted you with everything too just to find out later how sitcom opposite it was from reality. The lies were not even related, yet, they covered for each other in a way. There's more lies, sick lies that convince you to stay no matter how much evidence you have against it… I learned, very early, to never take a promise to heart. I later learned to not be too honest when people ask about your life. Just smile and say it's okay. That's all anyone ever wants to know. I learned after that, to keep trust on lockdown like it's the most precious gem in the universe that anyone will try to swipe because they have already lost their own… While they have some truth, of course, none of these lessons were healthy. But they kept me going… As I got older I learned healthier lessons and forced myself to have more value in my well-being than those who hurt me. You are always worth better but know that you will never be worth more than you believe. If I wanted to have value, I had to leave and make it myself. No one is worth your own health, well-being, and happiness. You may think you are all they have… I did. But what will they have when you are really gone? If you can feel it slipping away, save yourself.
By Kaliyah Myersabout a year ago in Poets
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That's really good!