my father tells me to stop shouting
but at this rate i’ll end up hoarse
before i pipe down
because there are too many things
to yell about.
the fact that my own mother
tells me that the anatomy
she helped create,
the same anatomy she tells me
i should never be ashamed of
needs to be covered when i go out,
that a skirt too short
or a dress too revealing
makes me look indecent,
yet I know this wouldn’t be her
if she had a son.
my father tells me that i’m too loud
but he hasn’t yet figured out that
I inherited it from him,
that some traits were passed down
to his daughters
even though he wanted to see them
had a been a boy, he would’ve told me
to shout louder,
the the world wants to hear
what a man has to say.
I’ll keep shouting until someone listens,
until i wake up god from a peaceful
he created all men equally,
where do i fit in?
8:57 pm 23 notes
That’s very difficult to answer because I am not you. I have seen many poems that are just pretty and that’s it. There is nothing that makes your heart shake or envious. They are just arrangements of 26 letters. The minute I feel like it will just be another pretty piece, I don’t publish it and while I do write for myself, I want other people to really feel exactly how I feel. I guess the best thing to do is to really pay attention. You have to stop saying you don’t have anything to write about because you do. Focus on the smallest and most intimate details. Take your blinders off. Find things that interest you. Things that you fear. Read about something unknown and write about it.
7:52 pm 1 note
Well, neither I have I. I have never been in love, I haven’t had my heartbroken by someone I was in love with, no one close to be has passed away. The beautiful thing about writers is you don’t have had many of these experiences. You do get to live them through other people. You are a telescope, a window, a kaleidoscope. This is where you must pay attention to the finer details we all miss. Did you know that by sharing what you have with me, you are creating a character? You are writing. Just like that, you are writing and saying everything.
Start there. Talk about its complications. Write through the kinks and rough edges. Slowly break down your own walls. Fitzgerald said, “Leave your heart on the page,” and do exactly that. No matter how complicated it may be, just write everything down.
7:10 pm 5 notes
I wish I had the answers. I haven’t been a poet for a while, but I am still as writer, as are you. Never mind beauty. To hell with it—not everything has to be beautiful. Just write exactly what is going through your mind. Never mind grammar or punctuation. Just write all of the pain exactly how you feel it.
6:57 pm 2 notes
On 14 July of this year, I wrote a letter to a boy who really hurt me. This evening I received a response from him. He apologized. It seems that he has changed for the better.This was a good way to end August, which has been everything but kind.
6:46 pm 7 notes