Colours of BeautyI’m not comfortable in my own skin,
Milky white, as the chocolate passes by,
Black is Beautiful,
And I’ve always been told how much I need a tan,
Because I am pale,
I look stale,
And because I’m light,
No, I’m white,
I’m the F on a test,
No chance of being a pass,
I’m the fail.
The girls played barbie in the school filled with colour,
While I’m the innocent white sprinkle under the covers,
Afraid I’ll never be beautiful,
I need a colour to be that girl,
To be that girl my mother said not to be,
Stop trying to be black, you’re as white as can be,
Stop hanging out with the girls you find so lovely,
Don’t go there, and you won’t feel so damn ugly,
She tells me these things out of spite I feel,
Because I hang with those girls,
and she never liked them at all.
They tell me to get a tan,
I’ll look lovely,
Waiting 8 hours everyday to be less pasty,
My self-image is wasting,
Because black is beautiful,
Forever I’ll b
Those two idiots.Sometimes, I wonder where I went wrong,
Sometimes, I wonder where they have gone,
Sometimes, I cry alone,
I'm told to leave them alone.
Sometimes my sanity strikes a chord with them,
And other times, one know I've hurt them,
Sometimes, they tell me to go away, never return,
but I'll be okay.
Leave me alone is the same as never talk to me again,
and my heart can't handle losing friends,
although I suppose we never were,
but my lies tell me otherwise,
well it's been fun, right?
Each thing I did to hurt him,
Each thing I said to annoy him,
Each time I tried to apologize,
but the words could never quite come out.
I tried to confess my love,
I tried to leave him be,
Minus the negative things,
There is a whole in my heart where he should be.
I tried to hurt him,
Then I tried to help,
My emotions were sound, then I cried for help,
I let him alone,
as he commanded,
for these two parts of my life,
are but a grain of sand.
And who needs love,
When there is pain?
The Infatuation with the Raven BoyA raven he is,
The boy I love,
He has the midnight,
it shines in his eyes,
His smile as the sun,
and his skin a milky moonlight,
I wish god hadn't cursed me with this luck,
for the love I have is forever unreciprocated,
forever, he will never be in my need.
Blue and green to cover him,
As pretty as females, he is,
Eternity has blessed everything about him,
But everything I cannot address,
for a poem of length it would be,
full of dreams that cannot be.
The bleeding heart of pain,
How long will I play this game,
Insanity has stricken the depths of my love,
Somber feelings covering me like a glove,
and this foolish game a sick, twisted hope,
Seeing his face and wanting things of uncertainty,
The insecurities he brings up in me,
The changes he has made in me,
So confuses me inside,
And forever I am tied,
to the boy who doesn't love me.
Secrets polluting love everlasting,
With notes and gifts,
A secret surfaces to quick,
When it is revealed to the love of your own,
and he mocks you,
And now he's goneI can’t believe how long it took,
For me to see the man in you,
Your eyes in pain,
Still sore from my rejection,
I played you, my piano,
I sang the song to your heartbreak,
But months later,
I’m in love with you.
You’ve moved on?
I’m glad she doesn’t love you,
But I’m still in his arms,
It’s okay, because you’d never take me back,
This is my,
Simple yet sad valentine,
Two times a charm,
Because your charm,
Cannot be beaten,
When I smile, it’s because of you,
And who you are and what you say,
The fun things you make,
Your musical tastes,
You can hold a grudge,
After time and time,
And if I told you of my love,
You’d never say okay,
My chances have dried up,
There’s no loving here,
All that’s left is a lonely girl,
With one heavy atmosphere,
Loving a man,
And Loving his friend,
Breathing is hard when I’m alone,
Drowning in my sea of sorrows,
Dancing like a fairy princess,
Locked up in h
Young LoveOnce upon a time there were two best friends, Kate and Michael.
They did everything with each other. It was Valentine’s Day.
Kate got Michael a flower.
“Do you like flowers?”
“That’s for sissies,” he said. “Only girls like that stuff”
Kate ran away from Michael and cried.
Michael was trying to seem like a big boy so that Kate would like him, but he made her cry.
Michael ran to Kate.
“I like flowers.”
Kate put her head up and looked at Michael. “Really? I got you one...”
He smiled and took the flower from Kate.
He pulled out a flower clip from his pocket and put it in Kate’s hair.
“Umm... This is for you...”
The recess bell rang and Michael helped Kate up and they walked back into class holding hands.