I've given you too much.
It's clear in the way you have begun to take me for granted, because that happens with society nowadays. We grasp kindness and generosity in our hands, crush it to a pulp and yet we proceed to wonder why it's not afforded to us.
It's clear in your selfishness, have you stopped and thought that maybe I'm not mad at you but myself? I am only human, I have issues, I have faults. Contrary to what you believe, it's not always about you.
What happens now? I'm leaving it up to you, because I am done playing nice. I am done being used. It's time for it to be about me for a change. So go ahead, make your move.
This time,while she irritated her friends by a lot of unique ways,her friends tried to vexate her by reminding her about the dreadful things of her past.To their surprise,the girl just laughed at their failed attempt to embarress her.And they observed if she was uncomfortable with the people who deeply insulted or molested her.But that was a shocking change.She mingled comfortably with those heartless people,which even irritated them.Her friends thought about the poor,helpless girl who cried a night when some of her friends gently touched her.They memorised how shocking was that incident to them, when the girl faced a great danger.Things changed a lot.She is no more sad about such a scary experience.Instead she became more strong.📯📯📯Past is just past...Unless we realise this reality,our life will be really tough.If some bad memories haunt us through nightmares,just try to forget the pain by memorising that incident again and again.
Allow the hardships to nurture your growth
Into someone so strong and bold
Free the tears and sweat to flow
As they cleanse and polish your soul
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Sending you 💛- may your day be filled with light and peace ✨
I understand that this poem is probably very uncomfortable to read. It's graphic and uses harsh imagery to convey how uncomfortable I and others feel when people (men or women) make certain gestures or say certain innuendos, referring to our bodies sexual assets. I generally let it roll off my back and move on quickly, but there have been few instances in which I could not shake what was said/done to me. I have finally allowed myself to realize I have been overly sexualized for the majority of my life. But taking that first step, I'm now on the road to healing🛤✨
I counted on the blush of sun to wash a crowded thought today, the play of sanguine tones against a river making mirrors of the angles cut in whitecaps to subdue the din of concrete walks and conversations. I placed my trust within a haze of rose-hued moments sewn and scattered where the water fills an ocean overhead to let me breathe, and so I drank the words of wine drunk-skies and spoke to coral ceilings of the glass and steel and shallow breath that rests here at my feet, a touch of some intoxicant to seep from evening's gold and hold me over til tomorrow when the asphalt cools, and I can think.