As her words, she wrote
It's not easy
But it's not too hard

If you want to
Introduce yourself
Don't start from
Your birth
Don't show your
Academic trash
Don't share your
Visiting cards
All those, I don't care

Stay raw
Wipe your paint
Silence the ego
Be kind to your soul
Stay calm
Let your vibe speaks
That loud

It's enough

Thinking about the fact that the only time I was ever heard was when I was in the psych unit after my suicide attempt…and not a moment before nor after.

I felt at peace while in the crisis unit. Being there felt like the safe, comforting motherly hug I’d never received.

I was born alone and I will die alone. That is all I need to know.

Choking on the words I’ll never say

All the things I never said. All the things I never said. Spinning circles in my head. Spinning circles in my head.

How am I supposed to be a good mother when I’ve never known a good mother?

Opening the liquor cabinet and telling myself I’m only drinking all this alcohol so that my dad won’t.

The reasons why I’m still here are fading away more and more each day. Once they’re gone and I’ve seen as much of the world as I want, I’m out of here. There is no purpose to this existence. There never was and there never will be.

The curiosity of the future is not enough to overcome the devastation of today.

I tell myself I’m only pushing them away so that it will be easier on them when I’m gone. And I will be gone.

He will be the hardest to let go.

He deserves better than me. He always has. He deserves the world. Maybe someday he’ll forgive me. Maybe someday he’ll realize I did him a favor.

Be yourself
there isn’t anyone else
who’d be a better YOU

Don’t be me
and be blind to see
all that YOU could be

Don’t be them
and fail when
they ask for all YOU are

For even then
one can’t pretend
being YOU is best by far

Can we please normalize, women having character of an intellectual and professional decency?

Regardless of jokes used in any setting? If they do contain ***** or mature content.

It always felt like I was trying to reach an itch, impossible to reach

Picking at a wound, not meant to be explored.

Is nothing compared to leaving the unknown explored and questions unanswered. When we are suppose to learn from our mistakes.

A man makes a ****** joke and people laugh.

A woman does it. It deems her as everything else insulting under the sun.

We cannot forget that the moon is keeping balance.
My sisters are we right?

Why is it? Knowingly, we would not have existence without opposites.

Through intervention just prolong suffering?
Why is it we choose to belittle and underappreciate our strong women?

My sisters are we right for this?

It's a man world. HA. 46 Presidents even failed to even prove that. If this is the case, then how are women surviving in it? Perfectly! If you ask me, they are better so than men.

You forget a mother brought you this world? You forgot where you come from? Is it not or is the essence and energy source of Earth feminine energy in the first place?

It would make sense for it to be factual. Women are natural creators!

Perhaps, that is why the world blessed them with the ability to live longer with both sides of the brain working in order to do so.

Yet, we find it needed to pick on them for not having thick skin.

Be reasonable, having one less layer to tolerate our *******
is nothing compared to childbirth. Period. I am not going to stress that matter. For I did not ask for consent entirely with my boundaries to do so.
Women are we right?

When it comes to voicing concerns or requesting permission.
Something, That would not hurt any of you men to learn.
Stop allowing your pride to make your deathbed from unneeded stress.

She results to being apparently "toxic." Learn to accept no. Rejection will always follow where acceptance decides to depart from cruelty of human nature. Everything and everyone will not accept you as it comes. Naturally.
  Abuse is confused for love
and blinding by confusing PTSD
My sisters, are we right for this?

Now....
If I said this
in the body of a woman, instead of temporary one I am residing
would I be still be deemed as overly emotional or too sensitive?

I believe this is not the case on any standpoint.


Women rights have restored more peace through communication than wars.
Women rights have saved more lives than doctors.
Women's Rights are protecting more children than financially dependent parents desperately enough, whom use a child's life as a pawn. Chest of life, twisted game at that, where everyone has to play and have FUN but minimum strategies to accommodate keeping the Queen protected
from all vile forms of danger threatening to her presence?
The audacity to fail in many life times.
When will we learn?
We should not devalue our precious treasures.

I ask of you
My sisters are we right?

I'll forever remember Nine. One. One.

'It was more than just an emergency distress call.

We cannot fight a spiritual war with physical force.

We realized upon many tragedies fallen before us.


It takes nothing more than open minds,
and joyful hearts, infinite with abundance to make a difference

On this very day, some had oh so, little to give.

Some decided to give it all.

You have only
two given choices, while you are alive.

To shine until your light fades

or spread darkness in the name of sin.

The sun will be on the rise to arrive again.

Unfortunately, not for those departed us on this day.

A dark day, marked in history.
Enough tears to fill our oceans,
many spirits became broken
ashes and animosity burned the sky.

Casualities composed from the destruction

Many innocent lives did not deserve to die.

Where our prayers and magic, revive the eloquent memories

of our loved ones everlasting afterlife, in eternal paradise.

It dawned upon me, it is purposeless

To live and be alive with a heart in strife.

Teethering on the edge, limitations by trife

The world long forgotten before it's reformation.

It does not manifeast fear in my heart;
I am willing to be more than a catalyst.

My creations and values will not suffer
at the cost of obtaining my own self gratification

I hope my death makes more sense than my life.

No matter what just keep going

You are loved.

Stay vibrant, stay active, shine like sun.

You are the one.

I may not be your first or only

It appears that forever is not to be

I cannot see you without me

Time flies fast, any moment the next flight, could be our last!

To have you as everything, even at the cost of my own wings.

The light of miracles and destined hope, makes you shine so brightly!

My shadow-self,  is visibly able to see the pieces of the true me,

reflecting in your glorious radiance.

Reality dissolves, accepting my eternal fate for an unholy escape.

Darkness burns it all before my eyes

Watching the parts of me die and scatter.

Wanting only my love to matter.

In the end, I became something more I hate.