three poems that I felt the need to share ahhhhh

     Save Me

I’m in a pool of water

drowning with your exceptions of me

and who I need to be

and who I am.

I suddenly forgotten how to swim

I’ve been drowning my whole life

waiting for you to pull me up and save me

waiting for you to open your eyes

and truly see me for who I am

not this person you created.

For me to be me

you to be you

only then is when I can breathe.

I wrote Save Me when I was going through a harsh period in my life. I felt that nobody understood me and what I was going through. It was a ironic moment because I was feeling loneliness during at time where I felt like I had the most friends. Which is so interesting to me because it reminds me of a quote, which I believe Robin Williams said, I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone, it is not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that makes you feel all alone.”

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                                                                Beautiful Little Roses

Even the most

beautiful roses

have thrones

that if you take

that single touch

it’ll prick you

for all your blood.

I got the inspiration to write Beautiful Little Roses on Valentine’s Day. A little back story, at my old school you could buy roses for anyone, and on Valentines day the roses would be delivered to the recipient’s homeroom class rooms. So this year I received a abundant of roses from my special someone who shall not be name ( if you are reading this – hello  🙂  ). When I got home I decided  to really analyze the roses for some particular reason and as a result I created this thought. I would not classify it as a poem yet because I feel like I can develop it and give more meaning and worth.

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   The Plead to be Free 

I wish body hair was normalize as much as it

on our heads.

I wish women

can be free

in the breeze

where their hair

could go free

and I can be

the real me.

Not this me that society

has created

Not this me that makes

you feel normal

And makes me feel bad

that I have to rush

to shave my flower

that has naturally

grown in it’s garden shed.

I wrote The Plead to be Free (I’ m still working on the name, suggestions are welcome) when I was very much in my feminist mode. I was just so frustrated with the societal expectations that has been place on me because I am a women. I wanted to write something that women could relate to the pressure of society views.