Monday, August 18, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
For Him
I'm sure how to read you
All I can be sure of is
All the things you don't do ...
You don't talk to me
You don't even look at me
It leads me to believe
You are not the one for me
Even though I want to be
Wrapped up in your everything.
Just some silly ramblings by a girl with insecurities
That wants to be the one you need
But would never believe you could want me ....
I dream about you constantly
You wake me from my haunting dreams
And make it impossible for me to sleep
It's sad because we never speak
All it takes is one simple thing
Just take one good look at me
It's enough to make the same old thing
Keep happening ...
I don't want to want you
Not unless you want me too
I guess there's nothing I can do
But wait until I"m done with you or hope to fall for someone new.
The Stigma of Social Media ... Are all Men Like this?
Lately, I've been having a problem with my self worth. I am wondering how I am viewed through the eyes of others.... this one guy I work with makes a point of stating how he only likes white women and it leaves me feeling like my complexion isn't attractive. He talks about people's weight again making me feel ugly. I have struggled a long time mainly in high school with this. It hurts that it is once again an issue in my life. I know not everyone thinks like he does ... but do most people?
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Manless Woman ... Who Amounts to Nothing
I wish I could trust people ...
However life has thought me to expect the worst and that the best very rarely comes.
I've done what I considered my best but I've become tired of trying.
This is my life and I've surrendered to it.
I was born with two strikes
I'm dark skinned
I'm female
and in my stupidity I've added the third and final strike by being larger than life.
I have no respect ... nothing is really mine and death is not an option trust me I've tried.
I've attempted to end the pain several times.
But I'm doomed ... beaten down and stuck here.
I'm trapped in these four walls that I loathe, unable to experience life because I can withstand no more hurt. I don't trust people enough to be kind.
This is what happens when I have too much time alone.
I think, I analyze, and I'm brutally honest with myself.
No one will ever love me. I'm not pretty enough.
I will not be promoted. I'm not smart enough.
I will only have the life I've dreamt of through the stories I've created.
And He, well ... He likes Asians.
The truth hurts but sometimes it's good to remind myself where I stand.
I will forever be a manless woman ... who amounts to nothing
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