Who am I if I can’t please you?
Who am I if I feel no pleasure?
I’ve become numb, quite dumb to have forgoten that you were rotten! I’m a treasure not here at your disposal! Not here for just your pleasure! I chose to feel and to turn the wheel cause I’m going far! Far away from you! No more turning back for you to direct me. I chose to be free! I know I’ll be okay, cause I’ve got me!!
Story inspired by a brave individual!
Have a great weekend. Hugs from Brooklyn
Why do you find it necessary to make fun of me? Why does it bring you joy to see me cry?
I’ve done nothing to you yet you loathe me. Stop telling me you want me to die!
This dark skin is a part of me! Pierce it! I’ll never bleed for you!. Go ahead and try!
I’m not going anywhere for I love me! I pity your ignorance and that makes me cry.
Stop hating my essence and just accept my presence!
Happy Sunday. I send you much love. Never forget you are beautiful just the way you are!
Hugs from Brooklyn
Tear upon tear
Collection of my fears
Surmountable over the years
You with your gentle touch
A mere memory now forgotten
Your kind words an echo
In the distance
Today I’m in my present
In the know
In the now
With all my love,
Hugs from Brooklyn
They rule us
Our income, our age, even our weight!
We succumb to their power rendering us futile !
Are we just zeros then?
No one cares for zeros
Unless they are after other numbers
Aren’t we worth more than any number?
A penny was discarded being of pure bronze and it was a rare find!
Please don’t listen to the unkind!
You are worth more than you think!
You are infinite
So just be.
I yell, I scream and I shout
Yet I am not found
They don’t see I’m around
I’m invincible to all
I have no sound. I have no call.
I am nothing. I got lost.
All of me at what cost.
My sound not heard!
No sound is heard.
But I’m here
Even if you wish I disappear
Sorry I haven’t written in so long. Just want to say I love you all. We may not know one another but we are connected through our words. Sending much love from Brooklyn.
You dismissed me. You said you were done with me. You said I had reached my limit.
You used me and now you just leave looking all proud sporting that leather and strap. I still serve a purpose you know.
When you go about your day and forget something don’t run back to search me over! I’m done being your daily planner, you stupid brown briefcase!
Good morning my fellow bloggers and readers something I love doing is giving life to inanimate objects. I wasn’t sure what to write about so I asked my daughter for an object. She said briefcase. I realized that everything that occupies space has relationship to us and other objects. Everything serves a purpose even if we don’t understand it. So if there are relationships then surely there must be emotions too. You know I really love writing. Don’t you? Do you have an object for me? I want to challenge myself this week and I will give you credit for the object. Have a great Sunday.
A dog and its bark breaks the silence as I lean on the bark of a tree. Contemplating nature and all its beauty. My own beauty in its natural state as well.
What are we to do but remain silent and listen to the echoes of our forefathers? If not we risk falling prey to absolute silence, not even an echo of a sound in our surround. Nothingness! The void! Erased!
Stop! Press record and go forwards with your own sound. Make it real loud. Let others know you are around. You aren’t invisible! You are invincible!
With much love and hugs from Brooklyn