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chellesorandom · 1 year
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Everybody talks about cutting ppl off but nobody really talks about the grief that comes with having to stand firm on that decision knowing it’s not what you wanted but what was necessary for your well-being.
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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Dear Dark Skin
Dear Dark Skin
I apologize for trying to hide your beauty within
I tried my hardest to wipe away what God created
And instead of being elated
I treated you like trash
Forgive me for that backlash
I wore dark color clothes to hide away from the spotlight
Instead of thinking God made you wrong, I should’ve known He had it right
Although there’s many who pushed you to the back
There is nothing that you lack
Please forgive me Dark Skin
I didn’t have your back
Dear Dark Skin
I pushed you away so many years
Hiding away with my unspoken tears
Wishing you could be lighter although …
You were meant to be created darker…
Not even realizing your worth in that melanin fire
I wish I applauded you earlier and boosted your confidence a little higher
But instead allowed you to be quiet and told you to shut up
Again, instead of realizing your worth, I gave up
Dark Dark Skin, I was afraid please forgive me for I didn’t know the power you held
Just having my head held high and yet… I failed…
I failed to see the absolute Queen you always were
I treated you and made you feel like dirt
Dear Dark Skin…
I apologize for trying to hide your beauty within
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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“The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you.”
— Unknown
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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May your days be bright and your laugh be loud
May you shine so bright that stands out in the crowd
May you keep on recieving and not just giving
Because you deserve not to just exist but keep on living
May your decisions be full of love in return
Even the subtle mistakes be a lesson learned
You are not forgotten so please continue to know your worth my friend
And just know still reach all the way to the end
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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Tears Isn't My Weakness
Catch your breath, everything's going to be okay
Those are the repetitive words I tell myself day by day
Crying, weeping, tears... does that make me weak?
This is all you can do when your trial permits you to speak
Tears isn't my weakness it's my strength to keep going through the week
So allow the water from my eyes fall down my cheeks
Tears isn't my weakness it shows I can only survive with God on my side
Vulnerability? I can no longer hide
Tears isn't my weakness it shows my compassion to my family and friends
Encouraging words to show, no it's not the end
Tears isn't my weakness it's my joy even when things are against me
It's freedom for me, yes, it makes me feel free
Tears isn't my weakness it reminds me I can't do everything on my own
Even when isolation tries to convince I should be left alone
Tears isn't my weakness I ask again let them fall down my cheeks
Yes I am strong, no, it doesn't make me weak
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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Black Woman I See
I stare at the bathroom mirror This is the Black Woman I see,
But behind that mirror hides deep ugly insecurities
Yes I know who I am
But it doesn’t change the explanation to society time and time again
Not enough curves, not enough booty
“You’re pretty for a black girl, you little cutie”
Backhanded compliments and all I do is smirk
Fearfully and wonderfully made, I repeat to myself, I… am God’s artwork
But to society, I’m too this im too that
Not enough of this, not enough of that
Can’t be too aggressive or I’m just angry
Can’t to be too soft or I’m not strong, isn’t that crazy
Comparison can be an esteem killer, can completely wipe you out
That’s when you try to push the confidence the comes from within to defeat it, no doubt
But, what happens on the days you just want to… be?
I stare at the bathroom mirror This the Black Woman I see
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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Saturday Evening
Saturday Evening
She turned crazy from a love that once was her everything that turned into nothing
Smiling in the midst of pain and still didn’t see it coming
“Where are you going?” “What are you doing?” the whispers of her past haunting into the future
She escapes mentally as eyes stare at her with no truths but rumors
“You got this” as she blasts music in her ears from silenced noise 
Holding her head high as much as she can even though it still stings, “Be poised”
“Don’t show them you’re weak, be strong”
Repeating these words in her daily tasks, but, for how long?
That breaking point came in the quietness by herself in her room
“Guess you’re finally here.” She smirked. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon”
Her cries wailed louder than the death of her hopes and dreams
Pain finally releasing with no words but in her cries and screams
She could feel her spirit mending, memories connecting on what broke her in the first place
Again gasping for air as this process was occurring in such a fast pace
Her cries finally slowed but her body ached what seemed like an eternal battle
“Forgive, let go.” She felt her soul speak and her bones rattled.
This was the step on her long journey of forgiveness and protecting her mental space
Healing takes time it’s not a sprint nor a race
Don’t be too hard on yourself you’re not a failure
You have a purpose that was made specifically for you; tailored.
Your dreams were never dead, they were just buried, now dig it back out
And this time it will blossom, no doubt. 
Be patient. Forgive. Heal.
Love.
Feel.
Be a light but don’t forget to fill your cup too.
Reader, get up and do what you were meant to do
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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The fight against my spirit and my flesh has been the most turmoil in my life
Wanted to stay, but even I can’t do that correctly, stupid title we all call Wife
Thewe years and it’s still haunting me like a ghost with an incomplete mission
How can a woman like me work in these conditions?
 
30+ age with the back and forth fight between love and lust
Please tell me how sexy and beautiful I am if you must
But we both know I’m really not needed, I’m just fulfilling your chocolate fantasy
And you’re just here keeping my sanity
 
Ashamed sometimes talking to God knowing the thoughts I have to face
Not deserving his love and grace
I hear the forgiveness but do I really believe it
Or is it something I have to tell myself enough to believe it
 
Now do you see my inner thoughts and my inner fight?
But that’s just the peak of it but can’t speak of it too much, the judgement of being right
Yes I am talking to you who watch my every move
And even when you over religious spirits see me trying, I’m still disapproved
 
God, you call me daughter, yours, but can you really look at me and not be in disappointment?
How can you look at me like I’m the only one, how do you NOT have resentment
But my small human mind cannot even fathom that type of love
Considering I don’t even see myself even coming close to that from this earth to above
 
Convincing myself I’m in contentment but still the pain lingers in my healing
I don’t think you quite understand exactly what I’m feeling
Catching every breath in my mental health from personal to the world’s pain
Empathic gift consuming me once again
 
Stepping away just to get a little break even if the world’s suffering is still there
But, oh, if I don’t say nothing the same day I don’t care?
Oh, but I do, more than you can ever know, say, or do
Excuse me if I don’t react the same way as you
 
Releasing everything from this poem I don’t want to hold it in anymore
You ask me how I’m doing? Well, here it is, every bone to the core
I am not perfect as you can see, I’m not hiding it, I just won’t
But the difference between me and you, I admit I need help, you don’t
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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if your childhood experience entailed being the one to comfort your caretaker when you were the one initially needing comfort, be very aware if this pattern may still be present today. do you console other people after setting your boundaries? do you abandon your own feelings after expressing a fraction of them because of an invisible, claustrophobic pull to reassure the other for witnessing your feelings?
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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“She came to understand that her own happiness was a choice, so she made a promise to herself to keep her own well-being sacred.” - Cindy Ratzlaff
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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But you didn't listen...
Divided people what happen to you?
Did you really become this cruel
You shout and spit out harsh words to each other
Friendships, no longer closer than a brother
Putting a blame on one other, “Who do you think you dissin?”
Nobody… but you don’t listen
You want to feel “loved” but because someone disagrees they must hate you…
Rejection spirit is quite powerful once you allow it to get a hold of you
"Where’s the love? Aren’t you supposed to be a Christian?!!”
Love was shown… but you didn’t listen
They say one bad egg ruins it for all
But what happens when your own “kind” falls
Will you give a helping hand or cause another conflict; friction
They called out for help… but you didn’t listen
“I don’t know what happen! I thought they were okay!
I was here! I was here! I just saw them yesterday!”
But didn’t you just tell them they wanted too much attention
And now they’re gone… because… you didn’t listen
Put your selfish thoughts, your disagreements,
your anger behind
Life itself… is already unkind
Compassion, love, let’s make this our mission
Before it's too late… because… we didn’t listen
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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“I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.” - Stephen Chbosky
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