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Shelter Blues
I got the blues. The shelter Blues. The homeless shelter Blues. Tired of being homeless, tired of being po’. Tired of being punished for lacking financial dynamo. The curfew. The expectations. The staff with no compassion. The meals with no flavor. The uncomfortable beds, rooms too hot or too cold. It’s never just right. Man,…
anxiety, bad feelings, feelings, government, home, homeless, HOMELESSNESS, mental health, mindset, poem, poverty, shelter, society, story, them, they, waking up, what’s next, worse -
Censored: parents just don’t understand..
Sigh. How did I find myself here? I’ll tell you how. And no, I’m not BLAMING my parent for anything.. I’m acknowledging harm done. I’m acknowledging trauma and drama passed down from generations. Parents ought to understand that the trauma and pain and misunderstanding you went through as a kid, was half their fault. They…
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FAME! I WANNA LIVE FOREVER! I WANNA LEARN HOW TO FLY!
See. Me. Subscribe. Follow. Me. Like. Comment. Share. Me. I grew up wanting to be famous. You know, be on tv and stuff. I wanted my own show like Raven. I wanted to sing. Make people laugh, cry, applaud. Me. Shy. Quiet. Anxious. Stutter. Whisper. Shh. Me. I knew I was scared of something. The…
chosen one, darkness, Divine, Dreamer, dreams, Elevation, everything, good feelings, HOMELESSNESS, me, mindset, myself, pain, poem, poetry, ready, reinvention, Renaissance, RENAISSANCE ERA, sad, Self, soul, starseeds, starting over, them, us, why, you -
Who, Me?
Karima means noble and generous. Reemah is feminine and strong. If only the words could tell me who I really am. It’s my name. But, what’s in a name? History. Culture. Science. Signs. Symbols. All in a name. A name I was given. I have strong intuition and insights. I’m creative, compassionate and…
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CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT ✨
Late at night. When the world is safe within their dreams, I walk the shadows. Late at night. A restless feeling takes a hold of me and I can’t hide it. So I go. Into the darkness of the night. All alone. I walk each street until I find, someone who is just like me.…
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