I stood inside your negligent stare and watched as your eyes rolled up into your sarcastically closed lids. The smirk that rolled up into the corners of your mouth spoke louder than any words you could have chosen. I felt the stones stacking just beneath my skin. I listened to every word you laced with abusive tones and aggressive snipes. I could feel distance spreading, but nothing moved. I watched your face crumble in anger, and seer through me from some pent up past rage. I began to feel an odd grief lingering in wait just beneath the stones. I searched every bit of information that I had, and prayed to find a way to disarm any hostility, but nothing seemed to be able to stop the numbing, cold insulation that was gathering around us. Somewhere, something couldn't, or wouldn't be said, and now it had festered into some intimate infection that threatened everything that bound us together...
I wonder if when you label me another victim whose hashtag attached to my name was symbolic to being ignored or compared me to that random woman who had a random name if you for once will ever have enough sense to search deeper than those bold printed words to see a woman who has faced oppression and severe pain
I am not your "Baby" or "Sweetie" or "Hun"
This world we live in has lost its faith, yet commands we read the verses.
I love words.They mean everything.Your words can fix, your words can heal,As long as you know what’s true and what’s real.
Ordinary: it's just a word
1.) They say to me, whenever I get an attitude, that I'm being racist because I'm white and they're black.
A Lil Dude on a lonely road. That's Trying to find a home. Cuz where ever he goes there's never any friends, only foes.