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“trying to make a real connection” …

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And don’t ever be afraid to tell your story.

Don’t ever feel it is too small, too insignificant, too humble.

Don’t ever feel your voice is too faint to be heard. That your words are too shaky to hold their own ground.

The world is already over-crowded with voices of self-importance; voices that make noise but not change. Tired of people telling us what to believe, we put our earphones in and tune them out. We are no longer interested in the ideas and opinions of others; our hearts ache for something more. For connection. For relationship. For something that parallels what we understand about our own lives. To be part of something bigger than ourselves.

Our hearts ache to hear stories.

Stories of those who have fallen, but who withstood all odds to hold steady on their feet once more. Who have shed blood to overcome an adversity of which we still falter in the wake of our mistakes. Whose knees are scraped from the crawl and who have earned every battle scar etched on their triumphant faces and who no longer raise the flag of a victim or a survivor, but instead, a goddamn warrior.

We long to hear stories of those who have gone before and paved the way for us, who have endured transformation to become a catalyst for a new uprising of which our hearts are drawn to. We long to know we are not alone in our suffering, that our pain is validated, that our struggle is understood.

We long to know we are human.

Our stories are what makes us human.

They are the thread that weaves us together, words that collapse from our tongues and carry down through the generations. Our history, our legacy.

I know you feel inadequate, unqualified. I know you feel your voice will never be heard amongst those who shout from the rooftops and mountains. But, my love, your quiet and gentle voice will be what makes the world stop still, and listen. There is power in your story; in the truth you speak to the world; so vulnerable yet so unashamed.

Courage: to speak one’s mind by telling all one’s heart.

Find courage, dear one.

For just as it only takes one stone to create a ripple, so it only takes one voice to create a revolution.

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I spent much of my life trying to hide who I was, convinced I wasn’t worthy of being loved. After all, if I had been worthy of love, then people who said they loved me wouldn’t have left. Wouldn’t have betrayed me. Wouldn’t have hurt me. It became clear that to be loved I would have to hide my true self; this girl with the fierce mind, wild spirit and poet’s heart. I learned to hide these things and instead be whatever I needed to be to fit in and gain acceptance. I learned how to make myself the same, how to make myself small, how to make myself submissive. I learned how to make myself silent. I learned how to conform. I learned these things will actually gain you the acceptance you’re looking for. I also learned the cost of that acceptance is freedom. Their acceptance is not worth your freedom. The road to self-acceptance has been a hard one; to finally have arrived at this place where I believe I am worthy of love exactly as I am. Where I will never again settle for anything less. It has taken me so long to be at peace with both the light and dark in me. To see my scars as victory stripes earned by overcoming every goddamn battle I’ve faced, and not just ugly reminders of how unworthy I am; how unloveable. Freedom comes when we learn to accept and love who we are, exactly as we are. Including the regrets, the mistakes, the bad days, the choices we made when we had no other choice. We cannot choose to love only the parts of ourselves we think are acceptable and not the rest, we cannot love ourselves only in pieces and expect to be complete. And if we cannot love ourselves completely, we will never be able to love another that way either. Becoming our true selves in a conformist world is an act of rebellion. How dare we make people uncomfortable. Fuck the haters. People will rarely tolerate the freedom they see in others that they choose to deny for themselves. And if others are not capable of love without conditions then we are better off without their love. Because once we have truly learned to love ourselves with the kind of love we deserve, we soon realise that anything less than that will never be enough for us anyway. https://www.instagram.com/p/CAo5ZY1nstT/?igshid=1mbey7bswlnqe

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For you Jace:

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Stumbled upon

In all its entirety My soul was starving. A fine line keeps getting thinner. Like a spider’s web only visible with a certain slant of light Stumbled upon

Desperate to save the truth trapped in this darkness, An Angel at first glance, you catch my eye for less than a second – my heart jumps into my throat as panic sets in – can you see the dark that threatens to escape ,just breathe. could you see ! Just breathe. i distance myself. Evading the truth at all costs.

Denying my reflection . I wish to shrink into nothing. Distance sets in. Even further.

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my keypad is about to purge my congested mind

please note you are now reading one of my poems

freedom to channel my life through the art of words.

advisory: I do not control how anyone interprets my poetry.

yet this is the poem itself.

what you are reading might not rhyme

but keep going and you can almost feel my hell.

if you feel the need to harass me because you feel threatened by poetry which is free to express in a safe form- please be warned-

in between these lines I place between the words you choose to read

but who is going to see all that the empty space and actually be able to read

what they truly mean.

seeing and reading are two of many forms forms to fill and forms left war torn ripped to shreds and with bullet holes in the oppressed symbolic heads.

oh no.

yes.

no.

yes

space.. it provides freedom it gives a taste of what we could have

but we don’t want anything other than our loved ones back. a million a billion a trillion. nope. not a dime not a jewel not a status not even you can pay for the debt that you racked taking something that you can’t give back.

you destroyed him.

you ruined her.

you lost them.

you fooled me once. but never again. that would be a god-damned sin. ha ha

ha

I say the words that read aloud would be laughing only it’s not funny and no one is clapping

here we go.

dive any deeper and you’ll go somewhere the titan can show you. the titanic can brace you. warned 7 times . no one can save you.

greed will be paid for . which is ironic . because cost and price are not the same

and you mistook my kindness for stupidity, what a fucking shame.

I come with grace and some mercy yet you think I’m a freak- a loser- a tweak

you look down your nose and make me shed a tear for I no longer have a place for you in my body.

I release you to balance and harmony.

the universe insisted on balance

and she.

will

get

her balance.

can you pay the balance. so so news, you can. you just won’t be around to enjoy the rest of your life in the end.

so tell me. was the money worth the latest trend and the high end and the end.

the end.

you live well off the backs of innocence breaking brones just so you will never have to know how deep and truly painful it is to live a nightmare.

well it’s our turn to live the dream. still a nightmare it seems but I switched roles In the last scene.

this will probably never be seen.

it’s just a stupid poem from a made up real life dream that used to be a nightmare it seemed but turns out some of us do have someone who would do anything to make sure we are free.

wake up from the fantasy this isn’t a dream.

you did this .

and this is just the tip of the iceberg. because it’s our world you hurt .

it’s our children you took and I am not responsible for your ignorance and entitlement.

this is my page and it’s about freedom and justice and art and truth.

this is my truth through poetry.

just a piece. one of many pieces of poetry. one of thousands. all inspired by real life and the miles MY shoes have walked, NOT yours.

( because I walk mine for those who no longer can and it’s a long , long distance because there are many lost missing oppressed discriminated stigmatized abused who voices we never hear}

. I will be the voice of the voiceless. I stand for them . so if you are here to attack please be warned this is a serious crime to interfere with a grieving process and that is all I am doing is grieving for not just my own losses but the losses of the voiceless.

I promote peace and justice and grace but the pendulum of pleasure always ends in pain

so to those who have had nothing but pain , cheers to us finally getting the time the peace the closure the space

the anything we deserve that we have until now been deprived of

. oh look.

I made up another poem. call this one ” poetic justice swings back without even moving”

the best joke is the one that does not give you a line to punch.

I’ve been given almost countless documents words allegations to poetically respond to. sorry to disappoint but I’m coming back poetically swinging.

if your threatened by my freedom of artistic expression which is what this very poem you are reading is. I guarantee you don’t even know what a true threat is and if my expression of my pain in healthy ways is threatening. prove it.

this is MY pain.

MY poetry.

I am a story teller.

a truth seeker.

a balance that draws the line you choose to cross.

I can only be responsible for me.

it is not my job to be held accountable for entitled ( in my opinion) people’s feelings because they were ( in my opinion) spoiled brats who were handed everything. but we’ve all got opinions. I just don’t title mine ” exhibit ” and expect an entire system to bend to the will of my ego.

the ego .

ah yes. unfortunately. ahhh. this is a piece of my upcoming book. all I need is to make a positive difference in one life and my job is worth all the pain. because I am that one person and if you’re reading this. so are you.🗝️