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Letter To My Dead Dad

Dear dad
I knew you were struggling.
 I knew you had a bug in you that 
you had to feed
I knew you tried your hardest to be the 
best man that you could be. 
And I knew you were running away from 
reality 
but at the time I just didn't understand.
 I didn't understand 
why you chose that poison over me. 
And to be honest I didn't want to understand 
because in my mind no reason 
would have been a good enough 
reason for me. 
I wanted your love , 
your hugs , 
and your sober mind. 
But all you kept giving was 
drowsiness, 
stolen things ,
and hospital trips. 
I hated you back than, 
but it took me awhile to realize
 that,
that was the time
 I should have given you all my love. 
I know that you needed it. 
You were hurting and all 
I kept doing was bringing you down.
Pushing so much hatred on you
I knew that was the source of your frown
But it didn't matter to me 
Because as the drugs started 
Working
You began not to feel
A thing 
And the more numb you got 
The more pain I felt 
You ran away from life 
While I ran away from you 
I'm sorry 
I hope one day you can 
Forgive me 
You're only daughter 
Dang you must have 
Missed me 

Sincerely, Daddy's little girl

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Therapy Session 4

I wanted to tell 
Her I was abused 
Not because I 
Needed help 
Or because I 
Wanted the attention
Or even to gain sympathy
I just needed someone to 
Listen 
A human
Someone with real 
Ears 
I mean it was her job to
But I knew what that
Would bring 
Things wouldn't be 
Confidential anymore
She would bring 
People in my 
Life that would 
Try to get some 
Kind of justice 
But No 
That's not what I want 
Sometimes I just want
To be heard 
Without a response 
For I'll keep these 
Words to myself 
But 
I wanted to tell
Her I was abused

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Therapy Session

She asked me 
What's the attitude for?
Me an Attitude?
It's not like I've been hurt before 
Put in the dirt before 
Left alone before 
Like I haven't been 
through it 
But an attitude?
No
Shelter to shelter 
School to school
Struggle after struggle 
Being mad at the world 
but what good would that do 
Because they say being black 
is the cause of my attitude 
But in this case she knew 
that it was something more 
Because my pain showed 
Like an elephant walking 
Through the door 
It wasn't hard to notice 
That my tears dropped
On different floors
Or that I've been screaming 
So much 
No one listens 
Anymore 
But an attitude 
She asked 
How can she really 
Describe my pain
Just in one word
When I feel like 
My being is a book
And each day
Is a another chapter 
All horror
I looked her in the eyes 
And knew she wouldn't 
Understand any of this 
She asked 
What's the attitude for?
I just told her 
Sorry 
I won't have 
It anymore

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This Body

This body
This body is a lie 
Taught that this body 
Is only pretty 
Because it is honey 
Because I didn't stay in 
The sun too long
Because I reflect my father 
And my grandfather 
Who was a reflection 
Of light 
This body 
This body I do not fit
Because it always looks happy
It forces a smile on me that 
I don't want to show 
I am not happy 
This body
Makes me laugh 
Like everything is funny 
But nothing is funny 
Because I am serious
This body 
I want to hide 
Because men look at it 
And drool over it 
Like it is a piece of steak 
Like I am not human 
Like I don't deserve 
The choice to say no 
Because his body 
Gets what it wants
But my body 
Gets stolen from me 
Every time he says he wants me 
But I won't let that happen
Because if he try to bust in me 
I will bust back
And I won't let him take 
From me 
The only thing that was given 
To me 
Because I never had anything 
But this body 
this body 
Was made wrong 
Not that I wish I was male 
But because I was taught 
To never love a another female 
And I feel weird because I love 
Both 
But I hate the terms they call 
This body 
Because my mother named me 
Ceeairra 
Not straight 
Not Gay
Not bi 
I am Ceeairra 
In this body 
This body 
Is fake 
Because I mark it up 
With makeup 
To hide everything I hold 
Inside 
I am tired 
I am exhausted 
My concealer doesn't 
Only hide the bags underneath 
My eye
But hides the war that's going
On inside my mind 
 my eyeliner holds 
The tears that I fight 
With every night 
Because if they came out 
It would only make this body
Look weak 
Like this body 
Ain't got enough 
Things to prove 
I'm sick of this body 
Tired of this body telling 
Me what to do 
Tired of people judging 
Me because of 
This body 
I am not just 
This body 
I am more than 
this body 
So please stop just 
looking At 
This body

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No

I'm saying no
I'm saying no to the guys asking 
The girls for their time 
But the time they will take from them 
Anyway because the girls 
Never get the chance to say no
Or maybe because the guys won't 
Listen because to them no really 
Means yes 
And yes is just another sexual term
That will ruin those girls lives 
Because no never left their mouths 
I'm saying no 
No to the guy that told her he 
Loved her
And that this is what happens 
When people are in love 
His hands touching her body 
Like her body doesn't 
Belong to her 
As he spreads her legs
She closes her eyes 
And wishes she 
Just had said no
I'm saying no
No to the 40 year old guy
Who said it won't hurt 
7 years old not understanding 
How to say no
His fingers go in 
Then slides out for something 
Bigger to enter 
You screaming 
But a scream somehow 
Never equals a no
I'm saying no 
No to the guy that told you
Everyone's doing it
As the drugs slowly 
Take over your 
Speech your body 
Begins to become 
Weak the only thing
You can make out is
Four guys pushing you 
Off your feet 
Screaming no in your mind
But you forget guys 
Aren't mind readers
And the only thing 
You can do is wait for time 
To go by so you can 
Go home and wash off any
Dirt they left behind 
I'm saying no
here's your no
Here's a no for all the girls 
Whose mouths didn't get a 
Chance to form the word
A no for the girls who 
Didn't understand no was even
An option 
A no for the girls who said it 
But for the guys who closed 
Their hears to it 
Because apparently 
No matter how much 
You scream or fight or 
Pull away 
It will never amount 
To this word
No 
Because in their eyes
You asked for it 
You wanted it and
You were dressed for it
So here's a no 
Now maybe we can get some 
Justice

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Therapy Session 2

I sat in front of her 
Crying 
Poring out 
An ocean 
Drowning in my sorrow 
Her first words
Were
Are you okay?
The question I hate 
Being asked 
And never answer honestly 
Because the thought 
Of saying I'm not okay 
Kills me
Makes me feel like 
I'm committing 
Suicide 
Like if those words 
Left my mouth 
I'd explode into
A million pieces 
And than everyone 
Would see all the 
Pain I kept a secret 
Why couldn't she see it ?
It was her job to
My coming was because 
I wasn't okay 
Why wasn't that enough 
Why wasn't my tears enough 
Why would she try to make 
me say those nasty words 
I hated her 
for reminding me 
What my true answer 
To that would be 
I wiped my face 
She asked me 
Are you okay? 
I shed my last tear
And said 
Yes 
I'm okay.

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Therapy Session 3

I wonder what goes on 
In her life 
Could she ever understand 
What I'm going through 
Not just understand
But feel what 
I feel 
She's so calm 
When I'm dying
Right in front of her
She keeps the best
Poker face 
When all I want 
Is to see some emotion 
Something so I won't
Feel so alone 
While I try to explain to her 
Something I'm still
Trying to explain to 
Myself
I'm a widow to 
happiness 
And I'm just 
Trying to conceive 
A little bit 
Of joy 
But I'm suffocating 
In my depression 
And I just wished 
She understood 
Me more
I bet if I died 
Right now she'd still
Ask if I were okay 
And as she sat there 
Writing meaningless 
Notes in her notepad 
I wondered 
What goes on 
In her life

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Therapy Session 5

She told me to describe 
my anxiety
well it's like being 
Crushed 
like I've been 
hit by a thousands 
cars
Broken 
like I was glass
and someone 
threw me 
Robbed 
like someone 
held a gun to me
and stole my soul
Used
like my presence
would never be enough 
Alone 
like a flower in cement
Attacked 
like prey
to its predator
My anxiety 
but those was 
only thoughts in
my head
I just told her
I'm always scared