poetry
Color blind
Rejected by a black man because your just not his type
You against society and you won't win that fight
Everybody wants the girl that looks black
She got full lips and her ass fat
but she's not too dark and she got nice hair
Its Mixed girls world and it just not fair
He wants the girl that looks like me
But he don't want me
I wish I had your eyes to see what you see
What you want me to be isn't realistic
A sick mentality how do we fix it
Fighting to be desirable to the men that come from us
The way things are now we'd have no luck
You try to fit into what they want by changing ourselves
Over time we changed so much we end up hating ourselves
Now you don't love yourself because of what you've become
there's no point in crying cause the damage is done
You always save them but they're not there to save you
You break your back for someone who wouldn't claim you
Your a black mans shoulder to cry on
But when the tables turn who can you rely on
-Ketanya stephens
Golden Girl
Black girl your skin is Gold
Be proud of who you are
A pretty heart and pretty soul
Embrace your inner star
Don't stop cause you're not done yet
Make all your dreams come true
You are a precious sunset
Let your faith claim you
Be the girl that stands up
The one that speak out
Be the one they can trust
The one that stays down
Fight for the things you deserve
Always demand respect
Never forget what you're worth
Your heart you must always protect
-Ketanya stephens
Makeda Artis
Parched, like a dessert terrain cracked with rifts, splits, and tears begging for tears of rain that are a kiss that dies quicker than a sunset watched alone, quicker than the waves that crash into a beach, who's life means nothing but to form and die.
For I am thirsty...
Thirsty for the edge of blade that feels like nothing until I'm seared with pain, cutting deep like I am nothing because I am nothing but words and a name. I am who u say I am, and I can't be anything else, and the thought of that alone makes me vomit up my shame and leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.
Rewwtching up words that pile up that I should've said, that I know if I said would've changed things like two 5s for a 10. Words that even if I said them now they would mean nothing, or maybe they never meant anything, i don't know, maybe its best I never know, naw honestly though. I would rather not know then to know the real you.
Isn't a lie true enough, since a truth is always behind, and a lie isn't so bad unless your the one who is getting told it,
Because no one really cares unless everyone is affected, and no one cares about bullying unless your the one getting messed with,
And no one really appreciates you until your someone that they miss,
And no one cares until it impacts them, and that's some real shit.
Aching like a throbbing headache, a resounding boom in each nerve and temple seem to live on like a tempo, a pain so agonizing you go mental,
And this pain seems to attack in cycles, like a girls menstrual cycle, it's enough to make you psycho I t's okay my friend, I know.
Yes I'm here you can vent, that's all they ever use me for. Just someone to hold your baggage because I have nothing else to hold, and as everyone life unfolds I watch my own die, I can't cry, I just sigh and wonder why I've been kept alive.
Imprinted in my mind is times I remember I felt victim to one that should not hold dominance over me, but does because they mean everything to me, and the things they say to me, they get to me, because the flesh and bones that they see are weak and fragile as can be, so they pick at me until I waste away like burning flesh and childhood dreams, like rotting dead bodies with maggots and flies floating above me
Bitter love
If I could forget you I would so fast
Rip out and burn pages of the past
I used to think you'd never leave me
But you did and made it look easy
I probably shouldn't have stayed so long
You promised to stay and now you're gone
I never thought that we would part
Just like the pieces of my heart.
They shattered apart when you broken them
You never meant words the way you spoke them
You broke me down piece by piece
I often see you when I sleep
I remember the things you said
I know now the old you is dead
The painful picture replays in my head
I close my eyes and count to ten
Hopeful the pain might stop
They say time heals but fuck the clock
I hate you because I love you so much
To give my heart just wasn't enough
I'm praying for the pain to fade
I love you in the most bitter way
-Ketanya stephens
Makeda artis
Stolen virginity
Amaya Toby
Blind eye
Vynyl
Now I'm not gonna lie
Dysphoria
To feel alone while surrounded by people
To let the silent moments deafen you
A gentile touch become lethal
And harmless things threaten you
The sun shines but you're cold
The wind blows and you sweat
Remembering the lies you told
Missing all the ones who left
While you sleep you feel awake
You have no peace of mind
You've repeated the same mistakes
despite the way you've tried
You feel as tough you've lost
Although you didn't fight
You feared the cost
Of standing for what's right
The music doesn't sound the same
No matter how you listen
It all seems so vague
You know there something missing
Find it, keep it
Say it, mean it
Ketanya stephens
Broken
Overtime I lost myself bit by bit
I blame myself and the lovers I picked
I smile at you while my heart breaks
Just let it all out for peace sake
I let myself slip yeah I got it
How could I be so misguided
I think I've had about enough
Its obvious we both messed up
I hoped for so much better
Its time to pick my head up
Even though I'm so fed up
I think I better get up
Before they try to kick me while I'm down
Before the silence suddenly gets loud
But should I fight for my happiness ?
Or just soak in my emptiness
I'm not looking for you to fix be
Just stay here with me
Watch Me while I'm sleeping
Help pick up those pieces.
ketanya stephens
Trapped
They say everything gets better with age
But I feel like I'm stuck in the stage
Feels like a psychological cage
Nothing ever seems to change
I try to put things to an end
But I start them all over instead
The cycle repeats in my head
I'm breathing but deep down I'm dead
I'm longing for someone to genuinely care
I stress till I drown in tears
The tears I cry inside
I want to let go this time
I've been looking for happiness
But can't seem to find it yet
Robbed of joyful moments
All my hope has been stolen
I close and eyes and there you are
i stare in amazement and awe
How stupid could She be ?
The me I used to be
Ketanya stephens
Nailah Naijallah
Empty Generations
Who’s Gonna Pave The Way For Our Generations To Come?
Our Black Boys Getting Kilt By Other Black Boys w/ Guns..
It’s Not Fair That Our Young Black Boys Have To Suffer Due To The Past Generational Mistakes
You See, Back Then Black Men Didn’t Have Role Models
All They Had To Look Up To Was Basketball Stars & Empty Liquor Bottles
Force Fed Previous Toxicity They Possessed The Natural Urge To Feed It To Their Sons
It’s Sad Seeing Our Young Black Boys Sell Their Souls For Empty Promises & Losing They Lives To Guns
It’s Crazy How A Black Boy Tell You How To Measure Weight But Their Voices Get Froggy When You Spark Political Debates
Kinda Scary Ain’t It?
Understand The Importance Of The Black Mans Role
Leave Behind Legacies & Make Sure Your Stories Get Told
The Black Man Is Podium Tht Holds Up The Weights Of The Burdens Carried By Our Black Women
Black Men Have To Start Taking Accountability For Their Actions
Start Filling The Hearts Of Our Young Generations w/ Love & Light
Teach Them The Importance Of Choosing Which Battle To Fight
Hug & Embrace Your Daughters Bcuz Their Watching You
Watch How You Treat Women Bcuz Karma Will Have Her Way w/ You
Nailah Naijallah
Rejected by a black man because your just not his type
You against society and you won't win that fight
Everybody wants the girl that looks black
but she's not too dark and she got nice hair
Its Mixed girls world and it just not fair
He wants the girl that looks like me
But he don't want me
I wish I had your eyes to see what you see
What you want me to be isn't realistic
A sick mentality how do we fix it
Fighting to be desirable to the men that come from us
The way things are now we'd have no luck
You try to fit into what they want by changing ourselves
Over time we changed so much we end up hating ourselves
Now you don't love yourself because of what you've become
there's no point in crying cause the damage is done
You always save them but they're not there to save you
You break your back for someone who wouldn't claim you
Your a black mans shoulder to cry on
But when the tables turn who can you rely on
-Ketanya stephens
Melanin💛
The darkness in my
skin
Where my true beauty begins
The beauty they can’t
see
The stereotypical
view of me
Your definition of
human art
She’s gorgeous but
just too dark
Labeled for what I
cannot changed
Categorized by my
skin shade
Ironically pretty
they called it
Obviously beautiful I
saw it
I didn’t chose my
physical form
But I loved the way I
was born
They couldn’t make me
see
What they wanted me
to be
I am phenomenally
black
I am unstoppably dark
And I stood by that
Ever since the start
I am who I’m meant to
be
And that’s what they
fail to see.
-Ketanya stephens
Golden Girl
Black girl your skin is Gold
A pretty heart and pretty soul
Embrace your inner star
Don't stop cause you're not done yet
Make all your dreams come true
You are a precious sunset
Let your faith claim you
Be the girl that stands up
The one that speak out
Be the one they can trust
The one that stays down
Fight for the things you deserve
Always demand respect
Never forget what you're worth
Your heart you must always protect
-Ketanya stephens
Makeda Artis
Parched
Parched, like a dessert terrain cracked with rifts, splits, and tears begging for tears of rain that are a kiss that dies quicker than a sunset watched alone, quicker than the waves that crash into a beach, who's life means nothing but to form and die.
For I am thirsty...
Thirsty for the edge of blade that feels like nothing until I'm seared with pain, cutting deep like I am nothing because I am nothing but words and a name. I am who u say I am, and I can't be anything else, and the thought of that alone makes me vomit up my shame and leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.
Rewwtching up words that pile up that I should've said, that I know if I said would've changed things like two 5s for a 10. Words that even if I said them now they would mean nothing, or maybe they never meant anything, i don't know, maybe its best I never know, naw honestly though. I would rather not know then to know the real you.
Isn't a lie true enough, since a truth is always behind, and a lie isn't so bad unless your the one who is getting told it,
Because no one really cares unless everyone is affected, and no one cares about bullying unless your the one getting messed with,
And no one really appreciates you until your someone that they miss,
And no one cares until it impacts them, and that's some real shit.
Aching like a throbbing headache, a resounding boom in each nerve and temple seem to live on like a tempo, a pain so agonizing you go mental,
And this pain seems to attack in cycles, like a girls menstrual cycle, it's enough to make you psycho I t's okay my friend, I know.
Yes I'm here you can vent, that's all they ever use me for. Just someone to hold your baggage because I have nothing else to hold, and as everyone life unfolds I watch my own die, I can't cry, I just sigh and wonder why I've been kept alive.
Imprinted in my mind is times I remember I felt victim to one that should not hold dominance over me, but does because they mean everything to me, and the things they say to me, they get to me, because the flesh and bones that they see are weak and fragile as can be, so they pick at me until I waste away like burning flesh and childhood dreams, like rotting dead bodies with maggots and flies floating above me
Bitter love
If I could forget you I would so fast
Rip out and burn pages of the past
I used to think you'd never leave me
But you did and made it look easy
I probably shouldn't have stayed so long
You promised to stay and now you're gone
I never thought that we would part
Just like the pieces of my heart.
They shattered apart when you broken them
You never meant words the way you spoke them
You broke me down piece by piece
I often see you when I sleep
I remember the things you said
I know now the old you is dead
The painful picture replays in my head
I close my eyes and count to ten
Hopeful the pain might stop
They say time heals but fuck the clock
I hate you because I love you so much
To give my heart just wasn't enough
I'm praying for the pain to fade
I love you in the most bitter way
-Ketanya stephens
Makeda artis
Stolen virginity
Dry lips run over by a wet tongue
Arms outstretched like a pig dissection
Palms fumbling on each other, fingers wrestling with one another
The taste of your salty skin is ever so familiar
Frogs seem to leap around in my stomach as your tad poles swim in search of my delicate lily pad
You take me here
A place in the clouds, apartment 9 to be exact
Strawberry milk rivers flowing over stacks
Stacks of vanilla wafer grounds,
Undressing myself to a blue m&m moon as I feel your breath fan my neck and your body pressed up on my back, just like that you take me fantasy
Hot, hot, hot burning chocolate chip drops burning my chest and my stomach, my inner thigh resembles the back a lady bug, spotted with love bites, I put up a fight
Pushing you down splash into a swimming pool of champagne, as our naked bodies turn and twist to the beat of our hearts
It's raining skittles as I ride your mechanical bull that pulls me and shifts me wildly, falling onto my knees drenched in your holy water, tasting the whip cream I shook up and sprayed on me,
Laying on a Oreo ground digging my nails in the cookie soil as a gummy python slivers inside
Juicy, juicy, juice pouring endlessly, drowning the animal trying to consume me,
I open my eyes and I'm on the ceiling, rotating and glowing up purple, blue, green, the rainbow disco ball,
Fingers rubbing the slits of a suicidal girls wrist and I straddle his face, a tongue helicopter sputters uncontrollably and looses control falling into the salty sea where many men take their last gasp for air,
Clapping thunder roaring in the dark midnight lunar eclipse as my cheeks try to collide but are stopped by the sausage link between the hotdog buns on a hot barbecue day
Screaming, screaming, screaming.
This will be my death, but I'm not running from you I'm running to you, into the mouth of a hungry giant feasting on my flesh like a Cannibal
Cannon ball into the chlorine water choking me, drowning me, Sharks nibbling at my nipples softly jelly fish stinging the clouds of the earth waking up mother sunrise, he's staring at me
My eyes filled with pools of emotion, yet his eyes are as blank as a delinquents paper,
Reality comes flooding back and he is jus stroking me in the room where he once took other girls, the moment is gone faster than the bust of a nut.
Wrapped in the sheets I cry at what I have done, I have fallen in love with the devil, and I can no longer be sanctified
Amaya Toby
Blind eye
I take my glasses off to literally take a blind eye now
I refuse to face reality of what we got now
I refuse to believe that this is it cause before apparently it was different
I’m not understanding how exactly this is supposed to be it
This is supposed to be adult hood
Growing up with a sense that your not good enough but your supposed to be for the world
With rushed lessons after being raised ever so softly
Now common sense should’ve slapped me when I first turned 13
Talks should’ve been had when I first turned 8
And reality should’ve been uncovered when I turned 5
But as I look around I keep my glasses off to turn a blind eye towards what hurts
I turn away from the wishy washy feelings of emotions
I turn away from fake talks
I turn away from the sad moments
I turn away from the crying and supposed make ups
I turn away from the laughs when trying to explain
I turn away from your blind eyes too
You know I have a sad ability to speak to those around me because you did that job for me
And as more children came after me they gained better abilities then me to speak highly and mighty in any situation
now I am stuck in the position to learn very late how exactly to speak highly, have confidence, and put myself first in situations that need it
When people say I will have a child I follow it with god forbid because I hope I don’t teach them too late how to act and expect so much from a swaddled child
But I don’t blame you for your actions
All were justified well
I’m your first child that made it
mistakes will be made
The only reason why I’m like this is because I don’t understand why I had to run that race if I knew I would be carried to the finish line for most of my victories
I am put in the position that I can try to push myself the hardest by myself without giving words to others out of thoughts of disappointment
But one thing for sure I’ll speak up
In dreams where I can
I’ll talk to myself when I need someone
And I’ll figure things out when I can
Even if I know I need help
because I turn a blind eye to embarrassment
To hurt
And to myself
Vynyl
Sapiosexual
Now I'm not gonna lie
I do want to know
the language
Your body speaks
But I need to have a
talk with your
Pretty little mind first
Guys these days only
feed my eyes
My mind and soul
are starving
Starving for a taste
of what depth feels like
Starving for a taste of what
imagination looks like
Starving for a taste of what
intellect sounds like....
So hold my hand as we dive
Into the deep end and
paint a picture so unique
That I can't take my eyes
away
And speak words my ears
have never heard before
Make me want to explore
Open my eyes like doors
and make them see
The colors of your mind
One day I hope to find
a beauty whose mental
Is as capturing
as his physical
Dysphoria
To feel alone while surrounded by people
To let the silent moments deafen you
A gentile touch become lethal
And harmless things threaten you
The sun shines but you're cold
The wind blows and you sweat
Remembering the lies you told
Missing all the ones who left
While you sleep you feel awake
You have no peace of mind
You've repeated the same mistakes
despite the way you've tried
You feel as tough you've lost
Although you didn't fight
You feared the cost
Of standing for what's right
The music doesn't sound the same
No matter how you listen
It all seems so vague
You know there something missing
Find it, keep it
Say it, mean it
Ketanya stephens
Broken
Overtime I lost myself bit by bit I blame myself and the lovers I picked
I smile at you while my heart breaks
Just let it all out for peace sake
I let myself slip yeah I got it
How could I be so misguided
I think I've had about enough
Its obvious we both messed up
I hoped for so much better
Its time to pick my head up
Even though I'm so fed up
I think I better get up
Before they try to kick me while I'm down
Before the silence suddenly gets loud
But should I fight for my happiness ?
Or just soak in my emptiness
I'm not looking for you to fix be
Just stay here with me
Watch Me while I'm sleeping
Help pick up those pieces.
ketanya stephens
Trapped
They say everything gets better with age
Feels like a psychological cage
Nothing ever seems to change
I try to put things to an end
But I start them all over instead
The cycle repeats in my head
I'm breathing but deep down I'm dead
I'm longing for someone to genuinely care
I stress till I drown in tears
The tears I cry inside
I want to let go this time
I've been looking for happiness
But can't seem to find it yet
Robbed of joyful moments
All my hope has been stolen
I close and eyes and there you are
i stare in amazement and awe
How stupid could She be ?
The me I used to be
Ketanya stephens
Nailah Naijallah
Empty GenerationsWho’s Gonna Pave The Way For Our Generations To Come?
Our Black Boys Getting Kilt By Other Black Boys w/ Guns..
It’s Not Fair That Our Young Black Boys Have To Suffer Due To The Past Generational Mistakes
You See, Back Then Black Men Didn’t Have Role Models
All They Had To Look Up To Was Basketball Stars & Empty Liquor Bottles
Force Fed Previous Toxicity They Possessed The Natural Urge To Feed It To Their Sons
It’s Sad Seeing Our Young Black Boys Sell Their Souls For Empty Promises & Losing They Lives To Guns
It’s Crazy How A Black Boy Tell You How To Measure Weight But Their Voices Get Froggy When You Spark Political Debates
Kinda Scary Ain’t It?
Understand The Importance Of The Black Mans Role
Leave Behind Legacies & Make Sure Your Stories Get Told
The Black Man Is Podium Tht Holds Up The Weights Of The Burdens Carried By Our Black Women
Black Men Have To Start Taking Accountability For Their Actions
Start Filling The Hearts Of Our Young Generations w/ Love & Light
Teach Them The Importance Of Choosing Which Battle To Fight
Hug & Embrace Your Daughters Bcuz Their Watching You
Watch How You Treat Women Bcuz Karma Will Have Her Way w/ You
Nailah Naijallah
Our Black Men Grew Up w/ No Proper Guidance
So Now Their Daughters Selling Their Souls To A Man Thats Just As Empty As Her Father. But She Had No Proper MALE Models To Follow So She Feels w/o A Man, SHE DOESN'T STAND A CHACE, her confidence is low & It’s Sad Bcuz Shes Gonna B Another Empty Black Girl Our Daughters Out Here Losing Themselves For Material Gain She Freely Gives Up Precious Pearls To Any Man Bcuz She Cnt Bare The Pain Of Emptiness It’s Kinda Scary Ain’t It? Fast Forward Now, She Has A Son She’s Stuck As A Single Mother Bcuz Her Childs Father Doesn’t Want Any Parts So Now She Has To Suck & Do Strange Things To Feed Her Baby She Has To Look Into Her Mother’s Eyes Knowing The Pain Shes Causing On Her Heart But It’s Her Mother’s Fault Too Bcuz Emptiness, Soullessness & Broken Promises Was All She Knew She Knows She’s Better Than What She Sells Herself For But She Beaten, Battered & Bruised. She’s Use To Being Used So She Sees It As No Big Deal She Keeps Poppin Out Babies Now So She Has No Time To Heal Filling Her Uterus w/ The Semen Of Empty Men Is The Only Way She Feels Fulfilled She Tries Countless Times To Overdoes On Prescription Pills & If You Ask Her Why It’s Bcuz Of The Absence Of Her Father It’s Partly Her Mother’s Fault To, Cuz She Was In The Streets Too. So This Generational Curse Was Nothing New.. Now She Has A Son To Raise All By Herself She’s Surrounded By A Buncha Ppl But No One Sees Shes In Need Of Help She’s Drowning In Her Own Sarrows Shes 22 Yrs Old Yerning For The Presences Of Her Father |
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