I say that I'm happy but Am I really??
I've been presenting this persona for so long that I'm lost in this character and invested so much in this role that I deserve and Oscar.
Hidden within these walls, dark rooms with hollow halls. I stand pondering on who I really am. Painted smile on my face no artist could erase. welcoming eyes and a warm embrace but is that really me.
Constantly pretending to be someone I wish to be, someone happy, someone with her shit together someone people can rely on,a good friend a sistah but still fit in with the brothas. Is that who I really wanna be
I say that I'm happy but Am I really?? How can i be happy with a broken home, with a family so disoriented. With a body Society hates, with the skin tone of a snickers bar. Am I really happy...
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Still Nights
PoetryThis is an anthology of late night spoken word thoughts and poems. That time at night when all dreamless thoughts fade into creative voices is when I do my best work. Come and join me on my adventure and hopefully feel just as inspired as I did writ...
