poetry – brownkiesha

RICH LIVES MATTER

i am not trying to get deep and spiritual

but how are we not a miracle?

the only evidence of life known in this galaxy

living in our own reality

talk about biology

and the advancement in technology

so tell me. we have everything but there is still a war?

all this money but cannot afford to feed the poor?

constant talk about tv reality

but we need to hear more about police brutality

the news does not talk about what we actually should be hearing

inform us on human trafficking. why are there kids disappearing?

we are not rightly being educated

why are the first and third world countries hugely separated?

this world does not belong to the countries in poverty

it makes me so mad they do not have a share of our life quality

the poor? this world will never be theirs

they have been stripped of their rights. masked behind the millionaires

we are lucky to live in countries where the rich have ran it

because this is a first world country only planet

dear broken hearted girl

just a broken hearted girl

living in a lonely world

surrounded by billions but still feel alone

hundred contacts but still no one to phone

everything is moving so fast

but cannot see the future she is stuck in the past

tried to paint love on a blank canvas

all she got was a splash of blackness

to represent her sadness

she is an award winning actor for pretending

her bad days are never ending

sanity is severely descending

she has been searching but still cannot seem to find the light at the end of the tunnel

thinking she should just save everyone the trouble

and end this struggle

no one would even miss her right?

wrong! she is the reason i write

she sparks the flame inside of me that ignites

she cannot quit

i will admit

i cannot imagine a world without her in it

let me be the speaker

dear reader

i need her

do not know who needs to hear this

but you deserve to exist

your life is the precious gift

trust all in good timing

for the good of all and with harm to none

manifest from the moment the light shines from the sun

again when it is midday. noon

lastly when rises the beautiful moon

close your eyes and vision

ask and it will be given

love. the future. wealth.

abundance. happiness. good health.

to communicate through signals

in your pocket carry crystals

the universe will guide you

the universe will heal what is broken inside of you

you just need to have faith in the process

in return watch how your life will progress

everything you want is already here

but you need to manifest in order for it to appear

your stars are aligning

trust all in good timing

thank you universe

no i am not lucky instead i am blessed

no i was not sad instead i was depressed

no i did not stay in the dark instead i found the light

no i never gave up instead i learnt how to fight

no i did not listen to the voices instead i took control

no i never stopped dreaming instead i started chasing my goal

no i did not become weak instead i grew stronger

no i never put down that pen instead i became an author

no i am not finished instead i am just beginning

no i never lost instead i was always winning

cancer

incase you did not know i am a cancer

passionate. complicated. overthinking until i get an answer

fall in love way too fast

cannot move on always stuck in the past

temperamental and spiteful combined

an introvert who only needs the company of the thoughts in my mind

find it hard to reach a deep connection

a whore for attention

deep insecurity issues

highly emotional with a pocket full of tissues

be careful of your word choices i am extremely sensitive

i will only focus on the negative

most hated of all the signs

due to how the constellation aligns

save me, doctor

everyone always says “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”

but what can i take for my depression to make a disappearance?

and what will it take for my happiness to make a reappearance?

i have tried everything from writing diaries to walking up hills

because still the doctor does not think i am ready for the pills

instead he gives me a list of the risks

ignoring that my mental health exists

but he cannot see that there is a gun currently aimed at my head

one more bad day and i will probably be shot dead

he cannot hear the voices

whispering in my ear to make the bad choices

down on my knees begging “why will you not help me?”

he carries the power to set me free

moonchild

dear the moon

nearly time to see you soon

pretty shade of white

in control of the time, tides and light

late at night you guide me home

i look up at the sky and you remind me that i will be never alone

you are so reliable

my love you for is beyond undeniable

as a child i would watch you out the window of the car

there you were surrounded by the stars

you were up there free

but you always chose to follow me

blossom

to appreciate the sun you have to sense the rain

to feel happiness you have to go through pain

you lose a few to deserve the win

get rewarded for the good to avoid the sin

for you to rise you first have to suffer

you have to begin weak to get tougher

to get to the top need to start at the bottom

you have to get through obstacles to finally blossom

in order to chase your dreams you need to rely on no one

to discover love you have to get your heart broken

why must this happen? i have so many questions

i guess life is all about teaching us lessons

dear the patriarchy

the business boys are being taught to never take “no” for an answer

their actions kill girls quicker than cancer

the patriarchy are forever in mens favour

concluding that there is no evidence that he ever made her

justify what he did by calling it a mistake

because apparently real men do not rape

the school girls are being taught that if any skin is visible

it gives boys the green light to get physical

so if you report an assault

remember your choice of clothes determines the results of who gets the fault

“she never said no” but did she ever say yes?

did she give you permission to put your hand up her dress?

how can she answer a question she was never asked?

but it is his word against hers because it was in the past

now i know why so many girls do not report

it is because the system lacks fair support

i am so sorry girls that only a minority of men get charged

whilst you have a life sentence of the memory scarred

a genie

i just need a genie to grant me a few wishes

things i cannot buy with endless riches

ask me. “what do you need?”

i need a handful of self esteem

vanish my anxiety

a time machine to transport to a different society

no more counting sheep

i wish for a full night of sleep

a spaceship to take me to venus

a world where no one has a penis

my anger to release

a life of just peace

living without the unnecessary trouble

a glimpse of that light at the end of the tunnel

no more begging. let me demand

now make my wish your command