6 word Narrative #2

Too Careful, Too Cautious, My Fault.

6 Word Narrative #1

I Was Born With a Pen.

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wo years of time wasted
lies and deceit,
the bitter and the sweetest tasted
good and bad memories to keep.

Holding on just to say we made it
no talking, just time spent in the sheets
figured our debts to love and paid it
left us both scarred and weak.

Love got too complicated
too tempted to cheat
we both became a little jaded
but neither would admit their defeat.

So we held on to the ship
no white flag was drawn
even as we tasted poison from other's lips
our relationship carried on.

Two years of time wasted,
lies and deceit.
the bitter and the sweetest tasted.
good and bad memories to keep.

Unhappiness on both sides
but neither of us dared to be free
so we let our souls collide
and i lost the best part of me.

Two years of time wasted....
lies and deceit
the bitter and the sweetest tasted...
good and bad memories to keep.

Confidence is EVERYTHING

It doesn't bother me too much to stand out. Don't get me wrong. I don't like unnecessary attention or desire to be the center of attention but when it is handed to me, I try to make the best of it. In some ways it can be annoying cuz I try to blend so that i can observe people.

A friend was just talking to me about her size. She said she didn't feel comfortable in certain settings because of it. Well, what I have learned is: Confidence is everything. I don't worry about people not liking me, because I like myself. I carry myself in a way that shows that if you don''t like me, its ok- you don't have to. I LIKE ME. That's what matters. Usually when you are comfortable with yourself, others are comfortable with you as well and it makes surroundings less awkward.

A Man's World

A MAN's world
he says
and i should just be content with being in
"HIS" world...
he says

and like fire to gasoline
i ignited
not sure if i should accept what he said
or fight it
His world
he says

forgetting that half of this kingdom-i made
years of being enslaved
and it was I who worked beside him in those cotton fields
it was I who watched our brothers and sisters killed
right along beside him

now this world is "HIS",
forgetting that i gave birth to his kids
and birthed his nation
as if all of this was done through his own masterbation

His words came way too quick like a pre-mature ejaculation
i could tell those thoughts weren't premeditated
just outdated
something he'd heard from some backwoods sexist individual
who had only taken what he believed but didn't check out the visual>
had somehow got it twisted inside his mental
that man had done this all on his own...

Made himself more important than the MAN on the thrown
and set OUR people in HIS world back a couple hundred years.
Had I not been the vessel used in which to carry us in?
was it not partnership that set up for this win?

I was made from your rib to be by your side
made to help you when life got rough despite your pride
but this is man's world, and I should just be content living in it.

You're Not Listening

You're not listening

Didn't you hear the hesitation in my voice when I told you I was leaving?
Mock confidence and assurance on my face was so deceiving
yet you chose to use the only one of your senses,
that could be stopped by my defenses.

You're not listening.

Slow down and stop are not the same things
just like solitaire and princess cut are not the same rings
or these feet are not the same things as wings
or this happiness just aint happy if it doesn't sing

You're not listening.

Lend me your ears so that you may hear what my heart says,
your eyes so that you may see past my bullshit,
your hands so that i can touch your hand when i'm afraid of you,
your nose to direct you to me if i lose my way
and your lips so that i may taste your confidence in us when im unsure.

you're not listening..but i need you to hear what isn't being said
and what you can't see... what you can't touch, to know what it is i need...

listen.

SICK

Sick
Literally sick to my stomach with the things I cannot say
Those thoughts have stolen my mind, and temporarily bonded my hands
so I sit around, looking lost and confused.
knowing that my verbal words will be misconstrued,
used against me and cause me to become subdued
I choose to remain silent.

Literally sick to the point that my cup runneth over
and I am threatening to spew as if I have a virus.
Mind locked up like bowels because I can't use my vowels.
in any second I am going to burst and i need towels
pad me down with tablets so that I may put this verbal vomit to use
and defecate on those who refuse to understand
that real art is what some may call " a whole lot of shit".
and its not my fault that you don't understand.

that I am literally sick,
sick from holding my tongue and being nice
when people are throwing salt and complimenting it with rice
How twisted is it
that we worry about others business b
sweeping around others doors
but refuse to wash down our on front porches?

I am literally sick
These words stuck in my throat,
these thoughts tied around my hands
and these feelings turning my stomach.