Tag: female poet

ABECEDARIAN

September 13th, 2022

All my life I had to fight, no

But all my life I had to write.

Clever classy clumsy

Dummy dumb me

Empathy leading me

Foolishly

Girl Boy human bod-y

Hot trotting hungover need a hot-tottie

Is this ever going to stop

Jess

Keyboard click the pen it glides

Lies living in fantasy the spreading of thighs

Money rules the the world I hate money I gave out so much money

Numb me – I don’t want to feel but

Oppression isn’t the wave, we all must heal

Please let me appeal my life sentence cuz damn

Quivering shivering

Regrets as still images are burned in the back of my eyes, paralized

Sin that I swim in, it’s okay I will repent

Target on my back girl don’t let the devil in

Understand that so quickly things can change

Valiant valorous villains

Whisper? Hell no, now she won’t shut up

Xenogague of her spirit through her words

Yes now I see why you tried to stifle her early, shame for a

Zealot she’ll become too bad she’s no longer checking for anyone
The Cadence of Rebel Jane

September 11th, 2022

The rebel felt suitable for a noble cause

For she did not listen to many,

She learned the hard way,

No authority, not her parents,

Not man’s laws.

But

Something about the movie GI Jane

The strength of Demi Moore

Ignited her fiery spirit

She needed to try

She needed to wear it

For pride she lacked her entire

Childhood

But she loved to fight

She lived to write

She would step into something new

And unfamiliar,

She decided that night.

She longed to help others

She dreamed of saving the world.

Not ever considering that first she needed to save herself

And heal a very hurt, veery troubled little girl.
Letter to My Creator

September 11th, 2022

How do I start this?

“Hello”

No.

“It is with much dismay,”

No.

“Hi, Creator, thank you for this day.

That last feat was a bit trying,

Didn’t think that I would make it.

Didn’t think that I could take it,

One more lesson.

It –

Hurt –

More than anything I had ever blamed You for in the past.

But now I feel my true self emerging.

I posted on TikTok a short poem about the sun.

It does call to my spirit,

It is true that I can no longer run

From my true calling.

There are no more hiding places

Or masks that are worth wearing.

The sun.

It’s glaring.

I am ready.

Respectfully,

No

Sincerely,

No.

Thank you for all things past present current and future that You send my way

To help motivate me to step into a better me.

For –

I have no more comfort zones

I am stretching

Reaching towards the sun

Reaching towards You.”
Monae

September 9th, 2022

She’s hot s**t

Too legit

She keeps steppin’

As if she’s preppin’

For something meaningful.

That head held high

She let out a sigh

And waved to the norms of society:

“Goodbye.”

Where she’s going

There’s no showing

Judgment

Or fear

She has downloaded a message

She don’t belong here.

Before eccentricity became a trend

Before quirky was accepted

Before freedom in sexuality

Before rebellion displayed courage

Before the “Goldilocks Principle” was

Metaphorically displayed in a story of

Bears and porridge,

She’s been

Here for it.

Explore it

For it truly is

A peaceful way to exist.

Welcome. And be patient, you’ll see:

That other mentality won’t be missed.
GLOW

September 5th, 2022

Out of this hole

I chose to climb

Cliche statements

“This is so sublime!”

For awe inspiring poets

Can’t dwell in the darkness forever.

How I longed to be of the greats

To meet my idols

But I shall meet one in particular

At the gates

Of Heaven.

Many do not live to see their positive impact

The heavy impression

Left after their inspirational

Story of overcoming their transgressions.

I hope I do.

I shall.

I will.

Doesn’t have to be much,

And I do not desire recognition.

Those great voices of the past

And even those of the present

Those vibrant

Slammin’

Jammin’

Slang throwing

Voices full of ambition

Leading one another,

They didn’t require recognition.

Out of that hole,

I took a few steps

My legs gained momentum,

The poet,

She leapt,

And now she sees the need to keep those

Strides flowing

Lines flowing

Talent growing

Resilience showing.

Brilliance?

That’s only determined by the All Knowing.

But for now, she will keep glowing.
Whom would I be?

September 1st, 2022

If that hadn’t happened, whom would I be? Truth be told, I would not be me. I jokingly state that I am a walking experiment, as if I chose to expose myself to so many walks of life that not only would I become lost, but I would have to fight to find myself again.

For, drowning in others and patching their wounds only to absorb their characteristics isn’t much fun.

But I am the one. I am the one who would shield a stranger from being harmed yet not understand why that stranger would run off into the distance rather than turn around and pull me up.

For that stranger was indeed the reason I fell trying to help. Or were they?

If that hadn’t happened, I wonder if I would have the tools to adequately raise my daughter. To teach her who she can be. To advise her not to be so naive as me.

My sons saw many things happen.

For, how backdated could regret truly be? Every last hurt helped to mold me.

Every misstep

Every stumble shortly after I lept over a hurdle

Every feat

Every pitter patter

Every child

Every success

Every defeat,

If they hadn’t happened?

Who would Jessica be?

Life is amazing and it is a challenge, you must have internal peace. You have to find your balance. You cannot “pour from an empty cup,” they say. But they also swear they can pray your individuality away.

And so today I take in bits and pieces that can aid my wellbeing. I am receptive enough to hear the message but no longer as naive so as to allow anyone’s ways to sway me into a perpetual doom. If all of it hadn’t happened, surely I would have been way gone, way too soon.

Dear life: thank you. Dear growth: that one hurt a bit, but I get it.
September vow of self-expression writing challenge

September 1st, 2022

A safe place is a safe place is a safe place.

And this is mine.

I have succeeded in a few pertinent areas.

But now it’s time to normalize.

Normalize that none of us have all of the answers.

That we are human even when we desire not to be.

That life is humbling and with it comes lessons

That we don’t see coming.

But-

When the smoke clears,

And the wind blows,

And you are able to see the sun as

The clouds part from the sky,

You gain clarity.

Normalize that breakthroughs happen

But that it just may take repetitive breakdowns in order to reach them.

Not a cliche moment here, just a vow:

I will no longer silence myself

Or allow myself to be stifled.

I have made a conscious decision to stop contributing to my own suffering.

And for the month of September, I shall lean on my vulnerability and not dressed up words so as to people please, for no journey is full of bliss at all times.

But we all hope for beauty at the end.

Lest we forget that we could end our timely journey full of regret.

It takes a lot to reach a pivotal moment in time and in life. I shall continue on my journey. And I hope to be joined, or at the very least, to be heard.

Now I begin the first of many writing challenges. A test of self. A declaration of identity.

I am grateful to all who have listened thus far. There are many great things to come.

Be well. Be happy. Be free. Be YOU.
LiBeRaTiOn

August 25th, 2022

The way she walks

And how she talks

You can tell that she’s been through a storm.

The way she gravitates

And radiates

You can feel

That what she states is real.

No limitation

To her liberation

For each journey is unique.

You can feel her step into the room

She’s the definition of mystique.

Her smile is bright

But you can sense

That her lips once

Frowned so much.

You can see the light spark

From her fingers.

You feel warmth in her touch.

Liberated

She is –

Not giving anyone the power to disrupt her peace again.

She still has a ways to go but is now patient with herself.

Guarded? I would say vigilant and aware.

Liberation

Elevation

That’s the wave she’s on.

She’ll get there.
You dropped something –

August 18th, 2022

Ransacking through closets. Skulls roll, you kick the bones back in. Slamming doors. Opening others. Trying to find the right mask that fits for the day.

Each occasion

A different mode of persuasion

How exhausting. Aren’t you tired?
Spiritual Warfare

August 13th, 2022

That dark skin glistened in the sunlight

Coarse hair abundant in gray

You almost looked like Jesus

But you’re not.

And so here I am in the shower

Scrubbing myself

Praying

My thoughts away.

Spiritual warfare is very real

I long to release

I long to heal

Tell your demon

To let me go

I said no

Like many other times that I have said no in my lifetime.

I desire not to be punished

I committed no crime

Against you

Or the hurt young boy

Who dwells inside

Free him too.

Free him too.

As time goes on things like this tend to amplify,

How long can you project?

How long can you lie?

I said I wouldn’t waste anymore of my artistry on you.

But that seems to not have worked

Just yet

For here I am

Here I am.

Still writing pages to my soul

To an illiterate spirit.

Jusjess Poetry: Poetry and Other Expression in Written Art

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Tag: female poet

ABECEDARIAN

The Cadence of Rebel Jane

Letter to My Creator

Monae

GLOW

Whom would I be?

September vow of self-expression writing challenge

LiBeRaTiOn

You dropped something –

Spiritual Warfare