With My Pencil and PaperA Poem by ZeldablueSilent No MoreI write because Nobody seems to hear my words. Ever They are snatched out the air by the vultures that encircle me every day, picking away at the lies they have carved into my skin leaving nothing but exposed rage, and the knife they so gently inserted into my back hoping I wouldn't notice, but can feel slowly twisting into my spine, like your trying to find that perfect song on a road trip to my brain. Except somehow you got distracted by my ADHD, swerved into my Insomnia and crashed head on into a migraine and now your stuck on Repeat Repeat Repeat like a magician yelling Abracadabra I pulled my self esteem out of a hat the other day and handed it to God praying he wouldn't drop it. Yesterday, I tripped over my smile, thinking it was a crack in the sidewalk before watching it dissolve into a puddle of anxiety. Now, they say how people see you is not how you see yourself. I find that ironic since I'm often told that I'm too skinny, I'm too independent, that I fidget too much and that sometimes I just need to "sit still and look pretty". But truthfully sometimes I wonder whether I'm pretty enough to sit still. I've always been told that I'm a B***h, coincidently, most often by the people who treated me like s**t and turned me into one. Who then get upset when I turn around and start treating them like the heartless b*****s that they are. "Oh, I'm sorry, you weren't expecting that were you? Well you seem to of underestimated me, and that's funny." Because laughing at fire is dangerous, especially when your candy coated shell is made of alcohol and irresponsibility and your Twizzlers are filled with all that can be cooked crushed or smoked. "I'm starving," you say to me, as you reach your shaky hands into your seemingly bottomless bag of skittles, pulling out your demons 1 by 1 by 1 equals 3 times you went to rehab, each time you came home, you shared a drink with the devil and went searching for your soul in the darkest of alley ways even you were afraid to walk down. "Mama, where's Daddy?" "Mama, why is Daddy always sleeping?" "Mama, why is Daddy always sick?" Mama, Mama, Mama, her tiny voice echoes in my ears until that one day when he calls me a B***h in front of her. "Oh"... I say, looking down at her precious face, watching the innocence slowly drip from her broken mirrors. "Go play with your sister Sweetie, I'll be right there." "But," she says. "Go ahead Sweetie, after I'm done talking with your Daddy, I'm gonna take you and your sister to the park. "A B***h?" I say to him. That must be Japanese for Thank You for raising our daughters, Oh excuse me, MY daughters. Because while you've been out playing Russian Roulette with the Boogeyman, I've been playing Queen and King to MY little Princesses in this tragic fairy tale based on deceit and lies. Our castle crumbling into your ocean of Alcoholism and splashing onto the rocky shores of your drug addiction. So if being a B***h means taking care of MY princesses, making sure their tiaras never slip, and loving them more than any kingdom in the universe, then I guess that makes me the Goddess of B***h. And then poof, we were gone. Because as you all know, you can't make fire feel afraid and I am a raging inferno. But alas, through the smoke and ashes, darkness turns to light and an angel appears handing me 3 doves. The first, a green dove. I've known this dove since April 24th 1979. We used to hold hands and stand on the edge of the volcano together, waiting for it to explode. Then sprint off into the woods after the eruption and climb the trees to escape the lava that flowed from our Rageaholic mother. If your not familiar with the term Rageaholic, it's very similar to an alcoholic, except that my mother's favorite beverage wasn't exactly alcohol, but she did drink from the same violent cup as her mother and her mother's mother. A toxic blend of bad decisions, regret and resentment, only to be thrown up daily into her daughters' subconscious and by frequent reminders of her favorite colors, black and blue. My Sister, Always there for me. Always. Love you more than you know. The 2nd, A pink dove. We buzz in and out of the beehive everyday together, hoping the exterminators don't get us before 5:00pm. Busy worker bees, laughing through another day of outward smiles and inward screams. Our friendship, golden, sweet and thick like honey. Strong like our trust and fearless like sisters. Love you. And the 3rd. A purple dove I call Enchantment. She is the most beautiful dove I have ever seen in my life. She flies with sapphire wings, lavender eyes and a spirit so bright, she's like heaven on earth. My heart dances to the beat of her happiness, and her smile, the most perfect crescent moon the stars have ever seen. My Best Friend and Sweet Love. Always see yourself as I see you, for your soul is pure and glitters like the sun. Believe in your Magnificence, and don't be afraid to open your heart to love my darling. because, not all who love you are going to break it. Love you til my last breath. But this is why I write, because nobody seems to hear my words. Ever.
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1 Review Added on April 18, 2017 Last Updated on April 30, 2017 Tags: Spoken Word, Inspirational AuthorZeldablueAboutWhen she is quiet There is a reason. She is sorting through All the chaos in Her head... And all the madness In her heart. LLK more..Writing
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