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Angelica Grier Poem
I cut myself holding on too tightly to broken dreams
Bleeding away my hopes dying a slow death
I don't bother to bandage my wounds
So used to this self mutilation that it no longer hurts
Numbness overcomes me with each cataclysmic episode of love
I can feel no more
I just watch the blood trickle to the floor
The world plays audience to my self destruction
Careless whispers of advice only make it worse
Shades of gray are splattered with shades of red
Everyone will watch in silence until I'm dead
A lifeless body roaming the earth I will be
Refusing to toss of those shattered dreams
The double edge sword of holding on or letting go
Slices deeper into my wrists as my dreams slice my throat
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Class at 8:00
Late nights and early mornings
Papers and exams
Four years turned into six years
I will obtain my degree
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Sometimes I can't breathe
Some people call it asthma
I call it heartache
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On this day my mind is free
No more papers
No more projects
No more presentations
No more exams
No more tuition
The journey that began in 2006 is now over
That Bachelor’s degree is finally mine
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Send them just because
Never gotten them before
They're my favorite
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Two shadows collide with passion
Under the watch of a luminous eye
Trees sway back and forth to hide their voyeurism
The wind whispers to the sky of this affair
Chatty Cathy crickets gossip to the stars
The earth is listening
Nature knows a new life will soon begin
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Sometimes life feels permanent like the stench of liquor on alcoholics
Trapped in a monotonous existence ever searching for an escape
Because I'm sick of feeling inadequate, sick of feeling unworthy,
Sick of feeling undeserving of a life far better than the one I'm living
Everyone tries to convince me that I'm some evil chick
With an attitude straight from the underworld
I know better than that
The dissatisfaction I feel during my waking hours
Makes me long for the realms of my dreams
I can't remain in a state of hibernation so I'm left standing still
Waiting for the next emotionally crippling moment
I have no idea what to do except talk to God
But sometimes it feels like my prayers are lost in a whirlwind of many others
Whose situations are far more dire than my existential crisis
My vices are used as devices to entice me to temptations
That distract me from my own mediocrity
Blinding my eyes to the fact that I'm greater than anything I can imagine
These are the thoughts that haunt my mind
When insomnia has its way with me
Wondering about my patience and when it will kick in
Wondering when people will understand I'm doing my best
I'm a fragile girl filled to the brim with disappointment
Trying to keep my head above water
Because it feels like Katrina just blew in
And the levys are malfunctioning
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I can make my own money
To pay my own bills and buy my own clothes
I have friends and family for calling and hanging out with
We don't have to kick it and you don't have to call
Solitude is not my enemy
You don't have to love me
I don't need your love or anyone else's
Even if no one else loves me, the Lord has that covered
Don't need a chaffeur, a doorman, or a bellhop
Nor a chef, cop, or mechanic
Blankets and hot chocolate keep me warm
So don't get it twisted I don't NEED you for anything
I just like having you around
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Sticks and stones break bones
But words will never hurt you
That is such a lie
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When gray clouds gather
Eyes look to the sky with disdain
Dreading the anticipation of rain
I welcome the wetness
Praying for a storm
Cleanse the earth
Cleanse my soul
All impurities must go
Too complacent with arid conditions
To even know we’re dehydrated
We all could use some libation
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