Mental Health
The Glamour Trap
**The Glamour Trap** In mirrors of crystal, the world seems so bright, Fashion whispers secrets in the softest of lights. Threads woven with dreams, each stitch a desire, But beneath the satin, lurks a dangerous fire. Runways that glitter, masks that conceal, The truth of the fabric they dare not reveal. In the gleam of the spotlight, shadows take form, A tempest of envy brews in the storm. The hems are too tight, the heels far too high, In pursuit of perfection, how much must we buy? The price of the image, far steeper than gold, A soul left in tatters, for the body to mold. Silhouettes whisper, but the echoes are loud, Of lost identities in a faceless crowd. Beauty distorted, in each glance, in each pose, But the thorn’s in the rose, as the industry grows. Step off the runway, shed the disguise,
By Jariatu Kallon2 years ago in Poets
Voices of Melanin
In the mirror, my skin sings songs of the earth, Deep as the night, rich with untold worth. Yet in the streets, whispers turn to screams, Shadows of hate cast over my dreams. My skin, a tapestry of history’s grace, Woven with struggles, etched on my face. But they see darkness, a reason to fear, Blind to the light that shines so clear. Words like chains, heavy and cold, Binding our stories, left untold. But in our hearts, we carry the sun, A burning truth that can't be undone. They shout, "Too much," they shout, "Too loud," Yet we stand tall, unbowed, unbowed. For every slur is a battle won, In the war for justice, that’s just begun. Our melanin, not a mark of shame, But a crown of pride, we reclaim our name. From whispered slurs to outright cries, We rise, we rise, through tear-filled eyes. They fear our power, our radiant hue, But we are the dawn, breaking through. In every step, in every breath, We walk through life, defying death. So let them speak, let them sneer, For we are the future they secretly fear. A world reborn, where love prevails, Where blackness thrives, and never fails. In the mirror, my skin still sings, Of freedom’s promise, and all it brings.
By Jariatu Kallon2 years ago in Poets
The Solitude of Self-Sufficiency
It’s evening, it’s quiet, and you made yourself a cup of tea – happiness is the right to think and think calmly. You only got here and started living the life that belongs to you, and only you are the king of that kingdom.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
