Tag Archives: identity

#86: Sharp Tongues,

Sharp Tongues,

Today I saw a man die,

I saw words cut through his flesh,

I saw blood poured out,

As words infected blood lines,

And I watched closely,

As those called family,

Derailed his identity carelessly,

“sticks and bones they said”

I remembered the schoolyard rhyme

“but words will never hurt me”

 I wish those school yard kids,

 could see what I see

As I painfully stood witness,

To a man die slowly,

As sharp tongues with no remorse,

Willfully cut him deeply.

©Aisha-Nicole 2015

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#78: V O I D

It’s my fault,

I made you a demigod,

I expected you to eradicate the pain,

I made you more than just what you are

I sacrificed on an open altar,

Hope, dreams and what was left of a battered heart–

Desiring some sort of closure,

I pinned you to cracked walls,

And worshiped,

Day and night,

I sought an answer,

And In the end I came up with nothing,

It’s not you, it’s me—

I looked to you for something you were never able to give

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#73: This Side of Me

 

 

The reality is I’m still scared,

Afraid to exhale

I’ve been fighting with years of baggage,

And I would claim it,

But that would mean owning up to past mistakes,

Lost causes,

And occasional outbreaks of low self-esteem,

I’m telling you this as you sleep,

But I want to look you in the eye,

And let you see the un-manicured side of me,

But it’s too late,

I’ve been wearing this mask for too long,

And I’m afraid it’s become a part of me.

© Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#67: Death: At the Hands of Hypocrisy

She surrounded herself with lovers,

Made her home in the bosom of an open sea
Spoke the language off the young and free,
Dined openly with the outcasts,
Challenged society,
And wore her heart openly,

She was everything I dreamed to be

But she had long died,

In a war of hypocrisy

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#66: My Childhood Imagination

There’s a war raging outside,

People are dying,

Identities have been abandoned,

And mothers are crying for children they used to know,

Love has long been banished and she’s been replaced with

Long years of winter, isolation and confusion,

Occasionally I hear the cries of a survivor,

The muffled steps of a child trying to find its home

And in the midst of it all,

I silently watch,

Let the world take its course,

And retreat to the one place that still feels safe,

The warm walls of my childhood imagination

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#63: I would

I would fight for you

lie for you

climb Mountains for you

What I won’t do

Is sell my soul for you

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#59: Endless Counterfeits

She spoke of love as if it had died,

 

Swaying her hips to cocktail drips,

She was rich in sorrow,

Offering everything she had,

I watched as she married and remarried,

The idea of finding herself,

 

She walked the streets with no map,

Pointing out every corner and every junction that had stolen from her,

Her breath still smelled of her last lover,

Tormented her eyes fought to conceal the pain of a young girl,

But her pain echoed,

Set up camp in the hallow eyes of a woman who no longer believed,

And dared anyone to break in,

 

She scoffed at her fortune,

Cursed her cards

And begged to die,

 

I sat back and watched helplessly

As beauty and tragedy danced so beautifully,

She was just one of many

Victim of loves many imposters

 

Into the night she crawled,

I bowed my head,

And silently cried

 

She was not the first,

And sadly, would not be the last

 

 

Another lost,

To Loves endless counterfeits.

 

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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