I find it hard to believe the good ones now.
It's impossible not to be paranoid
when everyone you thought would stay
left you with battle wounds and scars
to live on.

the heart is not to be passed on
from one careless palm to another
But then again,
how do you know?

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Sometimes there is no healing
and there's nothing you can do
to mend the parts of your heart
that now belongs to the ghost
of their memories

But trust me when I say
you would always want
someone -
who would choose you in a breath
and never second guess about it.

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Just wanted to share this piece with you guys by Nikki Giovanni.

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is culminated in our breath.
Our breath is the core of our being.
The key is to just be aware of it.

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My heart is
a piece of stale bread
on your plate.
You could mould me
into a gingerbread.
You could throw me out.
You could finish your cigarette-
and watch me turn rock hard.

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Mama says I am a girl
So I need to put my lingerie elsewhere.
Away from the watchful eyes of the neighborhood.

I say, "And what about his underwear?
It's always on the clothesline
right outside my window? "

And she says I have a bad behaviour
It's different for him.

Not sure whether boys are oblivious of their dignity
or whether girls lack morality.

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I am no good at breathing/ I have lived
too long in fear,
so/I sniff the morning air
somehow to make a tick at the meditation timer/
I know you are working overtime/
if there ever was a period where I needed you the most /
I think this would be it.
I am losing my mind over morning chores/
the boiling tea overflows into the stove/
and there is water everywhere/ from the sink/
I have to tear pages from my journal/
to stuff up the pipes/
they sound more like an ode anyway/
to a dead sailor or a nightingale maybe?
It's just June , and I think
I couldn't have been more depressed.

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the sky is of a lighter hue
than my dreams.
My dreams,
where chaos rules the scene
and wolves roam in packs
keeping guard over asylums
packed with women and sickly kids.

Let's go where,
breathing doesn't feel like death
and there's only peace.

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I keep peeling my skin
dig my insides with half eaten nails
call myself out for being fat
litter around my self respect
for few words of acceptance.

Sometimes I find nothing to this body except adjectives.

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I think my biggest dilemma is that
I want to be known
And yet not found.

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