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Best Poems Written by Shabana Hunte

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It's Not Depression

I forgot what it's like to laugh 
To laugh and be in a moment 
I forgot what it's like to smile 
And be filled with genuine happiness

Is it just me or do you notice it?
My eyes dont shine as birght no more
My skin has lost it's beauty 
And can't recall how it looked before

No I'm not depressed 
And I refuse to believe I am 
I've just been going through some things 
And no one ever tries to understand 

How dare you try to judge me!?
And say I lack attention
Hey, maybe I do 
But I'm unbothered by your opinion

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Your Home Is With Me

Many reasons left unsaid
For why I journey beyond your head
And why a space is left maintained 
For when you say "let's meet again"

Reasons for a shedded tear
But never what you think you fear
The outside world they say "be warned!"
When inner demons are so near

Mental bruises deteriorates 
Sanity at a rapid pace 
And when it's gone we only have 
A bond you swore would never break

Reasons why you're seen this bold
In dreams that just can't be retold 
Is for a better want of word
A sheltered love to be unfold
And if you go you'll come back home 
For you are mine and I am yours

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Glass Box

I cut but I heal
I'm tired of "feels"
I cling to the past 
While my future's revealed 

I cant close my eyes 
With my demons awake 
So I sleep with one open 
And one in my grave 

Its crazy I mean 
Just how fast time will fly 
Was never this different 
Was never this wild 

I'm use to the pain 
If it helps I'll regain 
All that was lost 
Overtime and in vain

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Dear Miss Bully

She looks in the mirror
I tell her she's ugly,
She puts on a dress
I say that she's fat
She tells me her problems
I say to leave me 
She puts down her blade 
I pick it up back
Everything good 
I snatch it away 
But I feel no qualm 
At least not today 
For one thing I know 
Forgive me she will 
She has a huge heart 
Too big for stand still 
Broken like glass 
Alone she stands 
A victim she is 
A bully I am 
No I am not proud 
Of what I have done 
For I am a bully
And victim in one

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The Poison They Call Love

Dear Diary, 
I really think I'm ugly 
It's been 16 years 
And my mom still doesn't notice me 
My dad shows me attention 
But his intensions I do dislike 
He only shows me this "attention" in suspension 
When he dims the lights 
And I told my mom about this
Actually many times
But I guess its kinna true 
When they say love is blind 

But see I tried to escape this "love" 
With something wild 
I met a boy and let him in 
To see my other sides 
We spoke on things 
Like secrets goals and future plans 
I asked him "will you build a life with me?"
He said "it depends" 
"Depends on what?" 
He said "I need to get your body first" 
I said "ok then have it" 
He said "let's commence" 

I was only looking for some love 
If you could see 
I went John Legend on this boy 
And gave him all of me 

For the first time in a long time 
I felt a bond 
And its incredible that feeling 
When we both made one 
But as you know 
These things are quick to finish not to last 
He got his clothes, unlock the door 
And said let's have a chat 
"I'm inlove with you my dear
Your body and your soul 
And I look for ward to be by your side 
As we grow old" 

As we grow old? 
It was a month and his discard my texts 
But then he finally replied 
Saying there's someone else
And see I said to him the same 
Because a human being 
Is twisting, turning, breathing,
Growing up inside of me

He denied that it was his 
So I denied that it was mine 
Society is funny 
They wouldn't accept my child 
So I did you all a favor 
Hope you can thank me later

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Sad

I was 16 at the time 
Love was plastered on my mind 
Never knew love from a man 
My daddy walked right out our lives 
Never looking back, you know 
He made himself a family 
Big house and fancy cars 
With a daughter named her Amonique
And see I….I was searching for that life 
My mother was on crack 
And she’d be busy by the night
But that’s how we made our money 
See you’re judging, that aint right 
No I wasn’t proud
But I accept it – it's my life


Now I met this boy one day 
He told me I was beautiful 
“I wonder if he means it”
There I go again – delusional 
He had me touching topics 
And my walls were tearing down with him 
Vibrations in his words 
I heard him clearly while he’s whispering 
He said “what you’ll do for me?”
Name it that’s what I will be
I thought I was in love 
I swear I thought this boy was meant for me 
Lyrically gifted 
His words were firmly scripted 
He knew just what to say and how to say it 
Kept me lifted 
He undressed me with his mind 
Penetrated what was pure 
He told me I was his
Nothing less and nothing more
“you’re special” – so he said 
 “I love you” – well ok 
You don’t leave the ones you love 
You make it work
You make them stay

Now I got his junior 
Mom is disappointed 
But you never thought to raise me 
In the image of a woman?
As you can see I have a choice 
My life has now been tailor-made 
Should I keep this ball of life 
Or send him back to where he came? 
*pause*
I kept him

I dropped out of school 
Its either him or the books 
This life thing is cruel 
Making money as I took
My friends – they were disgusted
The teachers – they looked down on me 
I was battling depression 
Suicidal thoughts were killing me 
Word they used were murderous  
Took some bullets now immune
If I never hear those words again 
I’d still say its too soon 
Figuratively I’m torn 
What you know about a whore?
What you know about a slut 
Talking bout keep my legs shut 
Do you know what it feels like 
To be throwing dirt on my name 
Im human and I hurt too 
Not excluded from the pain

I cry on lonely days 
Shed a tear when there’s a crowd 
Im breaking down all by myself 
I don’t know who’s still around 
I don’t know who wouldn’t judge me 
Who’d be here by tomorrow 
Who’d love me in conditions where 
My soul is numb and hollow 

I'm 28 
You just made 12 
Yes I love you dearly 
And were happy
All is well 
It was never meant to happen 
But I never say “regret”
Count my blessing by the boatload 
Count today and then reset

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Mistakes Unreversable

Sad faces will frown
Happy ones glow
A mother's first touch 
She'll never know
Taken away 
BY my selfish acts
Excuse is I'm young 
Party and shots 

How can I tell her 
That I loved her not 
For innocent she was
Still forming at that 
And now that she's gone 
Alone I'm again 
One in my world 
Lost family and friends 

Yes, you're gone now 
But with this I'll take
The moments you weren't 
Considered "mistake"
Guess you've crossed over 
I'll still read to you 
No I didn't give you the gift of life
Life gave me the gift of you