{"id":6788,"date":"2019-10-09T09:44:28","date_gmt":"2019-10-09T14:44:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=6788"},"modified":"2019-10-09T09:44:50","modified_gmt":"2019-10-09T14:44:50","slug":"three-poems-that-i-felt-the-need-to-share-ahhhhh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/10\/09\/three-poems-that-i-felt-the-need-to-share-ahhhhh\/","title":{"rendered":"three poems that I felt the need to share ahhhhh"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Save Me<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m in a pool of water<\/span><\/p>\n

drowning with your exceptions of me<\/span><\/p>\n

and who I need to be<\/span><\/p>\n

and who I am.<\/span><\/p>\n

I suddenly forgotten how to swim<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve been drowning my whole life<\/span><\/p>\n

waiting for you to pull me up and save me<\/span><\/p>\n

waiting for you to open your eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

and truly see me for who I am<\/span><\/p>\n

not this person you created.<\/span><\/p>\n

For me to be me<\/span><\/p>\n

you to be you<\/span><\/p>\n

only then is when I can breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.”<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Beautiful Little Roses<\/span><\/p>\n

Even the most<\/span><\/p>\n

beautiful roses<\/span><\/p>\n

have thrones<\/span><\/p>\n

that if you take<\/span><\/p>\n

that single touch<\/span><\/p>\n

it’ll prick you<\/span><\/p>\n

for all your blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42 \u00a0). When I got home I decided\u00a0 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0The Plead to be Free\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wish body hair was normalize as much as it<\/span><\/p>\n

on our heads.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wish women<\/span><\/p>\n

can be free<\/span><\/p>\n

in the breeze<\/span><\/p>\n

where their hair<\/span><\/p>\n

could go free<\/span><\/p>\n

and I can be<\/span><\/p>\n

the real me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not this me that society<\/span><\/p>\n

has created<\/span><\/p>\n

Not this me that makes<\/span><\/p>\n

you feel normal<\/span><\/p>\n

And makes me feel bad<\/span><\/p>\n

that I have to rush<\/span><\/p>\n

to shave my flower<\/span><\/p>\n

that has naturally<\/span><\/p>\n

grown in it’s garden shed.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Save 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 … Continue reading “three poems that I felt the need to share ahhhhh”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":49,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6788"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/49"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6788"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6788\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6981,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6788\/revisions\/6981"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}