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PB&J w/ The Cru$t
He asked me, “What if you get all you’ve been wanting?”
As I made fairytales out of the past that used to haunt me but I’ll never forget the real ones who took the time and taught me.
Staring at what about a month and some change ago I was talking about as if I just blew out the candle and open my eyes to reality.
You see I really planeted that tree because my roots were strong and I listened when my great auntie said baby girl you just gotta hold on.
They should’ve knew I can’t let my craft get too dusty so I took a few steps back.
Determined to get back on track never would I not allow my wrongs to not be made into right way
Too many today stuck in the dark and can’t see the light looking everywhere but always left lost.
I’ve been there feeling like every day is just another struggle but there wasn’t no rollin on. Thought I was the boss so I had to pay the cost.
Trying to reach out to the homies but they were just as gone.
Feelin like no one ever truly cared because they straight took my money like a stock cause they thought they had a percentage of the share. Luckily I saw options and took em.
Because I spent so many days crying about what wasn’t fair really making wishes as if life downfalls can just be like light switches you thought you were on but, storms are coming I hope you planted seeds because I grew a tree and I got flowers my roots are strong and I’m reclaiming all my power meanwhile all your love is turning sour like day-old milk
Like the lies of a coward it’s like trying to wash it away with the shower but you know you’ll never be clean.
Not until you decide to be free and if you want when you’re ready I know a place where grace falls from the sky like Colorful confetti Don’t worry about the tears that may fill your eyes
step into the light silent the panic because your craft was never made to be placed into the attic shake off the dust and just have faith I promise one day you’ll be able to trust.
One day you’ll see the difference between love and lust and, you’ll see a world of equity and just I promise it’s not easy but it’s simple.
Like peanut butter jelly but with the crust the rain is coming to turn the silver made into every chain rust.
F R E E
Written By: Iyawna Anderson
17
Somewhere crying in a bath, old soul music, cocaine and over a grand in cash. Because everyone just loved 17 year old ass. Living everyday as if it were the last. Everything moving way too fast. Making fake ghosts out of the people we were meant to be. Leaving them in the past. It is like dancing in fire but only now is it that you began to feel the burn, the scars turn into rash. Tears fall daily from your face like ash after a wild fire. Heart broken and burning with desire. Wondering if we were down hanging from the last wire. Wondering if all this time we were just liars in love or lust. Making monsters out of my thoughts. Laying in my tears to rot. Running from the past, unable to stop looking back. Slowly passing up what was never meant for me. Discovering the beauty only I could truly see in me. Choosing what is hard in hopes to make it far. Farther than the debris of the blows others took to defeat me. No longer dreaming, no nightmares or wishing upon a star. I am fighting in this jungle with anyone ready to spar. Only making art out of my scars. Goodbye to 17. // I.A
By: Iyawna M Anderson
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Anonymous asked:
i thought I saw you today. I saw a girl with your same gait. Same smile. Same laugh. Same big hair. Imy. I hope you're doing ok.
Wow… almost a year later we’ll practically two I’m seeing this. Of course, dying to know who this mysterious perhaps, old friend or past almost lover? Either way I really appreciate the concern and wishes of hope. Haha my hair isn’t as big anymore I’ve managed to tame it a bit amongst other things. But ugh… the idea of anyone ever looking like my one of a kind authentic self is just sooo disappointing and something I just can not accept to come to terms with LOL! I don’t know what”gait” means maybe I’ll take the time to “DuckDuckGo” it ha! So 2024, right? Anyways, I also hope you’re hanging in there. This life is not for the weak. May you have a wonderful New Year. 🐉🐲🍵
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