But then I died..(a poem)

I used to love to read and write and eat and sleep

I used to love to dance and sing and run and laugh

I used to love the way reading made the feel. The way I loved movies so much

I used to love the smell of food and even better, the taste of it

I used to love how I loved to speak and argue until everyone heard me and understood me

I used to love everything I used to be and everything I dreamed to be.

But then I died

I couldn’t eat or sleep or dance or sing or run or laugh anymore

I couldn’t be what I’ve always wanted and all I’ve always wanted to be

I couldn’t see my very innocent sister’s smile when she asked me very dumb questions

I couldn’t see the way my mom cooked and cooked until she was covered in sweat and the pain that constantly hung around her

I couldn’t see the way my tired and ever hopeful dad always looked at me with pride anytime he saw my grades

I couldn’t be anymore.

Then I died and after I did

My dreams died with me

My love died with me

My loneliness died with me

My strength and weakness died with me

The voices in my head died with me

The marks I decorated my skin with died with me

The ugly thoughts I always thought about myself died with me

My happiness and sadness died with me

I died with me.


hi people! How’re you doing?! I really hope you’re doing ok!

For me, I’m pretty good. I just wanted to share this poem with you:)

thank you for reading!

byee:))

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that you’re so worthy🤍🌻

Is love a rarity?(a poem)

Is love a rarity?

An endless vanity

Filled with passionless insanity

A feeling characterized by great scarcity.

Is love a rarity, I ask

I wouldn’t know because I cover my heart with a mask

Hidden like camouflaged vodka contained in a flask

If it’s not, why does it feel like an unsolvable task?

Is love a rarity, I whine

If it was, they said you wouldn’t be mine

You wouldn’t have made me happy like my favorite wine

Even so, let’s forget these thoughts of mine

And find each other again this Valentine.


hi! How’re you?! I really hope you’re doing okay!

So here’s a poem I submitted for a Valentine’s Day Poetry Contest in school and I decided to post it here on the blog. Why not, right?

okay thank you for reading:))

byee!

*don’t forget God loves you forever and that it’s important to always be patient and not rush things!

Racism: WHY??

hi people! What’s up y’all?! I really hope you are doing okay. If you are not, please do not stop trusting in God and keep taking it easy! You’ll be okay very soon by God’s grace:))

How am I doing?? I am doing okay. I have been busy with a lot of school work and extracurricular activities but I am still living; I am just trying to take it easy;)

Let’s move on to today’s post!

What is Racism?

So, there are two great definitions of racism.

The first: According to thoughtco.com, “Racism is the belief that race accounts for differences in human character or ability and that a particular race is superior to other.

The second: According to thoughtco.com, “Racism is discrimination or prejudice based on race.

So, why does Racism happen??

Why do we as humans react negatively to other types of humans? Why do we hate some people and love some, all on the basis of skin color? Why do we show hatred for someone we have never met before just because of the color of their skin? Why do we attack people for wearing proudly the color of their skin? Why do we hate on people for their uniqueness? Why do we abuse people just because they don’t look like us? Why does racism even exist??

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

It’s a question I ask myself all the time and I am sure it’s a question a lot of us ask ourselves all the time. I am sure it’s a question that ponders our mind and lingers in our head.

Why exactly?

No matter the why, it still doesn’t justify racism and won’t ever justify racism! No matter the excuses we give, no matter what we say we learned, it still doesn’t justify racism. Nothing can ever justify racism and hating on people just because of their skin color or their race.

Skin color is beauty. It is uniqueness. It is perfection. It is all the beautiful things in the world.

So why do we hate on it? Why do we hate difference and uniqueness? Why don’t we represent humanity as humans? Why don’t we show love as humans? Why don’t we embrace our differences and hug our uniqueness?

Why do we fail to realize the pain we cause others just by hating them for something they cannot change about themselves? Why do we reject people for something that they were born with and cannot change? Why do we hate people for who they are?

Honestly, everything that is happening today regarding racism is like history literally repeating itself. History that has not been really kind to people of color. History that has constantly forgotten a lot of its foundation. History that does not recognize the sweat and hard work of certain people. History that has constantly cut off the dreams of people because of their skin color. So why is unkind, biased, and prejudiced history repeating itself?

Why is it that as a society, we are really regressing, in terms of racism? Why are people still not understanding that we all belong despite the color that decorates our skin? Why don’t people know better today? Why are people still attacking people just because of their skin color? Why are we not representing humanity?

There is a lot of whys!

We all really need to do better with how we treat people who don’t look like us; people who are different from us. Please understand that it’s never too late to become a better person; be a person that loves and respects every person of every skin color.

If what you need to do is unlearn and then relearn, then do it! Learn what is right and do what is right!


okayy, that is all for today! Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you want(please be respectful with your comments!)

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byee y’all

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that it’s very important to love everyone despite our differences.