Thursday, September 29, 2016

OBJECT.

I’m not a human to you, I am an object.
Something you can manipulate.
Simply turn your ill intentioned words into a romantic song.
Make me fall head over heels for someone so inhumane.
You make me feel wanted.
But not in the ways I intended.
You feed me the words my soul craves.
But there is no meaning behind them.
You showed up for one thing.
You crave to touch my body, to feel yourself inside of me.
You swayed me into thinking you wanted me for me.
But in your eyes I’m just a female with a pussy.
Tricked me into thinking I was finally being loved.
When your plan from the start was to sex me and run.
I was never a human to you, I was an object.

-       (n.h)


Sunday, July 10, 2016

SILENCE.


They scream “ALL LIVES MATTER!” but, exclude black lives.
When will our lives have a value?
When will our lives be put into consideration?
You labeled us as “thugs” and not human beings.
We are known to be ghetto, ignorant, and uneducated.
Simply labeled because of our skin color.
Meanwhile we are striving for black excellence.
Black lives DO matter.
Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Sandra Bland, Alton Sterling and Philando Castiles life did NOT matter.
Including all the other black lives that were taken due to police brutality and still have not reached the media.
But all lives matter right?
Innocent lives taken for selling cigarettes, an improper lane change, selling cds & reaching in a pocket for an ID the police officer requested.
That must’ve been such a threat to society for a police officer to abuse his authority right?
They are cowards with a badge and gun thinking they have a right to determine if someone goes home to their family or taken away in a body bag.
Another innocent black life taken and another hashtag developed.
We are more than a hashtag; we are fucking human beings.
They continue to abuse their authority and end innocent lives.
Yet no one is still held accountable.
How many people need to be snatched away from their family for us to be heard?   
Our lives have no value to them.
We can scream “BLACK LIVES MATTER” until our face turns blue, but do they actually hear us?
We were born in a white dominated nation; we have no voice.

Our throats have been cut out, we have been silenced by white supremacists.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

SUCKER.

Is this all a game or is this serious?
I’m way too good for you, and you know it.
What am I to you, cause truth be told I can't see it.
A sex toy? or an actual human being?
Am I a priority or a simple text when you’re bored and need some.
I throw myself at you, I’m stupid to think you deserve it.
I am so vulnerable to you; I guess I’m a sucker for “love.”
I crave being in your arms, feeling your warmth.
Your body on my body is what I really crave.
The way your eyes and hands gently trace my body sends chills down my spine.
The way your tongue paints every piece of my body like I’m a canvas.
You make me feel like a piece of art.
I really do love you.
Is this all apart of your game?
I can’t help but believe all the lies you feed me, I soak them all in.
I know my worth but I still end up in bed with you.
I guess I actually don’t know my worth.
I really am a sucker for love.


-       (N.H)