In my silence you heard me

You drafted the words from my brittle bones and crafted them in such a fashion that even Shakespeare would be astonished.

But the difference between you and Shakespeare is that he saw me, and I, you.

He saw me in those moments where the words were not adequate enough to simplify me.

Those moments where I yearned for comfort in your arms but instead became transfixed with contempt and confusion.

In those moments you believed I was the most enigmatic riddle.

As if I were a puzzle to figure out, you did your best to decipher me— to unlock the mysteries that I buried beneath.

But was I really that complicated, when every fiber of my being spoke only a language that I thought you’d understand.

You failed. You fucking fumbled.

The road to finding me took a detour.

You arrived at the place of illusion, where I became someone that fit the idea instead of being the idea.

But if I can’t be me

then I want to be no one

Paint me like the ocean, free and wild to be.

It can happen to anyone.

It doesn't matter boy or girl.

Rape is rape.

I define it as stealing ones' soul for the sole purpose of enjoyment.

They think it's all fun and games until the person whose soul they've taken is standing on the ledge of their roof top

Thinking if life is worth it.

Thinking if I jumped now I wouldn't have to feel this pain.

Thinking I can't go on anymore.

Thinking what have I done to deserve this...

I come from a place where excellence is the expectation.

A place where your parents will look upside down to pay your next school fee.

My Homeland is more than the huts these tvs display and the hungry children they portray.

It is a land flowing of milk and honey.

Encrusted with jewels of value untold.

Marvel at its creatures, great and small.

Feel the warmth

Let the love of Africa submerge your soul.

Now if you leave,

you’ll always

yearn,

you’ll always

have that longing

to return.

I've realized outer beauty is the trend of this week.

But inner beauty is what I seek.

People worship the grounds of Instagram models but what they don't know is most of them are secretly suicidal.

Coming to terms that covering the blemishes and the scars isn't the same for mending a broken heart.

That although others may view you as flawless, stunning, beautiful -it doesn't matter if I don't share the same view as you.

Now these sayings are overdue:

Mirrors are deceitful.

It's time you've looked within.

Throughout the course of history there has been none like Him.

None that saved like Him.

None that suffered like Him

nor died and rose like Him.

He allowed himself to be nailed to a cross

Beaten until he was unrecognizable

Just so we could live at no cost.

He was

Dehydrated, battered and nearly dead.

Do you know that he felt pain like you and I ?

That every single breath was a fight.

But he knew the world needed him so my savior even until his final moments stayed strong.

"It is finished."

Oh those very words were soap to my sins.

My crimson stained heart became as white as snow.

On this very day God turned his back on his son. To never have to turn his back on us.

Oh this day, I will forever

cherish

because I witnessed true love.

I see a fierce,angered girl staring back at me.

I ask her why do you look this way ?

She says I am a product of society.

The society that has forced blacks to feel like common dust.

The society that has labeled me obese.

They said I could never be like them.

Calling me names like I'm not already aware of how I looked back then.

Are you the girl who sat in front of the mirror fixing her makeup to impress the boy

who's heart was filled with narcissism ?

Or

Are you the boy counting the tiles of his hospital room for the seventh time all because he had to wait to see if his new heart will reject him ?

Hope is like a string

fragile.

At any moment it could snap leaving you

Broken.

Henry died yesterday counting the tiles but all that matters was his unaccepting heart was filled with hope.

Ashley cried herself to sleep while her mother, spooning her said, baby what's wrong

Baby please talk to me

Please.

You said I was worthless.

Useless.

You didn't actually say those words but you instead said I couldn't sing

I couldn't dance

I couldn't even do hair

So what could I do ?

You called me worthless.

Do you not know your words sting mother ?

You drew a blade and cut me so deep

Blood came out and insecurity filled the void.

I cried for hours that night, insecurity heavy in my chest.

Little did I know there was a man named Jesus.

He whispered to me, I am loved

I am valued

I am God's masterpiece.