What happens to a Deferred Dream?
Does it splash uncontrollably into the ocean,
Like a tiny dolphin craving another gulp of air?
Or fades away slowly like the memories I have of you?
-- And then haunts me in my dreams?
Does it gnaw at my insides,
Like a wild animal who is yet to be tamed?
Or does it sit there in silence;
Like a heart so dull and out of words?
Maybe it just crawls away from me,
Like a number of people have, just so it
Can be someone else's reality; and not just a dream.
Or does it stay?
Does it stay, unlike you did?
Does it tell me that I am beautiful, does it tell me that I can be more than who I am now, does it tell me to stand for what I want does it tell me not to give up?
A Deferred Dream.
Something that is denied,
Something that I can easily lose, Something that can easily be taken away from me,
Something that my mother told me last night that I couldn't have because girls like me just weren't worth those kind of things.
But I am more than that.
And my life is more than a dream.
My life is more than a reality;
..
My life is a Nightmare.
( go listen to my recording of this poem on tumblr after you read (: just posted link in the conversations section for everyone to see ! <3 )
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intrusive thoughts #wattys2017
Random{all excerpts are mine unless stated otherwise}
