Me, You, We

I want you

And I’m needing you everyday

in every way

I breathe you

Inhaling you is quite not enough

needing your touch

You complete me

Don’t know what to do

when I’m not with you

You need me

Your desire is there

I’m very aware

We learn love

Didn’t come at first

now we know our worth

We seek trust

Been hurt times before

just want something more

I am here

This will never change

with no titles exchanged

You are there

Supportive ’til the end

no greater friend

We will last

Through the tests of time

my friend and I

 

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Exposition

Look in my eyes

Know I want to survive

Forgive and forget is my goal

I just want the darkness to let go of my soul

Time after time I get told about myself

Those who truly love me and care about my health

Manifest a mirror only I can see

I’m not afraid to ask to save me from me

My own worst critic, fighting through all pain and error

Tryin’ my hardest not to cause any more terror

Spending eternity in Jannah is my choice

So while I’m here, shed sins by letting out my voice

I want this, I even breathe it

To succeed I have to let go of past ish

Help many through poem rhymes and stories to fill massive books

So those after me learn from the missteps I took

All my personalities in check, I got things to do

Bipolar is a bitch, tryin’ to keep negativity subdued

Staring at myself knowing the truth

Don’t really care if I’m good enough for you

I just want the respect, not looking for testing

Allah is the only judge and giver of blessings

Tired of my hair falling out from stressing over things

Freedom to myself I will definitely bring

Time to stop criticizing my reflection

Smile at who I was, who I am and who I will be – acceptation

Good to release the pressure that’s been on my mind

I’m through talking, you’ll see what I see in due time

 

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Oh What A World

The struggles we face today are more trivial than those before

Education is failing, the economy is ailing and we’re still at war

It once took a village to raise a child

Now we leave them be and let them run wild

There were marches so that everything would be fair

If there is an injustice now, no one seems to care

Everyone is more concerned with their own situations

But we talk about what the next person doesn’t have in general conversation

What happened to one world, one voice

So many stuck in poverty, without any real choice

We hate each other for differences unknown

In reality the hatred for self has grown

Are we so content with the cards that are dealt

That we ignore other’s call for help

Maybe we all should give up and let ignorance run its course

Or we could find and hinder the source

At some point, someone is going to have to speak out

A ray of sun needs to shine on our doubt

Stop being satisfied with things being good enough

We must show resolve and that we were bred tough

Something has to happen but I am only one girl

But I sit back in silence and cry, “Oh what a world”

 

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There’s A Time

There’s a time to smile
   and a time to cry
There’s a time to fall back
   and a time to try
There’s a time to listen
   and a time to ask why
There’s a time to be loud
   and a time to be shy
There’s a time to be impatient
   and a time to look to the sky
There’s a time to be truthful
   and a time to lie
There’s a time to play dumb
   and a time to be wise
There’s a time to slow down
   and a time to breeze by
There’s a time to be complacent
   and a time to just sigh
There’s a time to live
   and a time to die

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Too Scared

Too scared to breathe

Inhaling all insecurities

Too scared to speak

Saying things that make me sound like a freak

Too scared to think

Thoughts provoke me to sink

Too scared to be

Knowing that the world will see the real me

Too scared to dream

Nightmares come more often than waters of a stream

Too scared to run

The past burns me hotter than the sun

Too scared to rise

Afraid I may just hit the sky

Too scared to appeal

Shadowing from how I truly feel

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