Midstofspring - Evolving. Poet. Lover

It’s been like a year since I’ve seen this post and I still love it

What is there to do in this lonely room My passion keeps me going, yet I’m still sad I guess all artists are a little mad.

“Roomz” by me.

Internally screaming.

That family is fucking useless

Everybody in that line are the reason Black businesses don’t flourish in Black communities and we allow everyone else to pop in our neighborhoods and thrive

Also this:

Watch: Poet Porsha Olayiwola heartbreakingly reminds us all that black women’s lives matter too. 

i know there’s a lot going on but ICE are now one step closer to literally creating gas chambers. they are spraying a chemical called HDQ neutral roughly 100 times a day, every 15 minutes at the adelanto detention center (one of the biggest in the country). people are getting rashes, headaches, their insides are bleeding, etc. the guards are wearing gloves and masks but the detainees have NOTHING. and here’s a quick reminder - america inspired the nazis to create gas chambers when they gassed latino people during the 1917 bath riots. 

here’s a petition to sign. it’s close to it’s goal. if there’s anything else we can do to help i’ll update this post.

This is ❤️

i want to tell you nice things for an hour and make your heart swell up and heal all ur hurt and

oh god

whats wrong with me

shoutout to those who made it through the year while suffering with a mental illness,, your pain was always valid. you are amazing, you rock and you should feel stronger than ever for overcoming such an obstacle

God what is it that I lack?

Everyone I loved was a blade held to my back

Earth is a landmine where the blood kisses the flowers

When violence was at my wake, there comes a mental fog

My fragile life was at stake, my flesh is sore

My serotonin unbalanced

Hell, my mind is losing its gravity

My psyche was an open crack

Kiss the ghost of my memories

No need to be haunted I dine with fear

You were another face I had to bury

His hearse lies within me

I loved the thought of you

Seal the thought of you

End this portal of grief

I look into the eyes of the woman

Left with no disguise and bare

Undress my humanity, it’s still there

Healing is invited when acceptance is a given

My consciousness transcends this dimension

Uncovered she realizes she’s sublime

No need to follow society’s times

She dreams a thousand revolutions

And where there’s tears

There’s legacies to be bred

I remember he said, “It’s up to you to evolve.”

Now I fill the gold in the crevices

Woman reclaimed,

No need to bathe in my own shame

My soul lives

I’m a phoenix bursting through the flames

There I’m reborn

I am unenslaved

A poem written by me, Lady Sira