Language can be a tricky thing
Leaving someone in high dungeon
If they find it demeaning
Turns words into negative connotations
While I agree words have power
To make an impact
Being politically correct
Isn’t always just about tact
I’m not saying it’s ok to be an “Insensitive jerk “
I never use inappropriate jargon to do
Harm or hurt
But isn’t it hypocrisy to not say
What you really think and feel
There’s no need to appear blind
If you’re not even being discriminative
Just being real
I wonder if the word “noMENclature “
Itself sounds sexist
Maybe if we were more “in the know”
We’d deny hot button words exist
You call a spade a shovel
Without even realising it could
We are all beautifully diverse
Being true to ourselves
And every hue that colours our world
Is just as gorgeous in every aspect
While I hate pigeon holing people
Into stereotypical categories
And I do find racial slurs degrading dialect to
Judge by colour or creed
I often find it overstated and misused
To control others by calling them racists
The so called “politically correct “
More often than not are masked xenophobics
Just cause you use a better word
Doesn’t prove you mean better
How absurd !
Though it’s not everyone’s cup of tea
or whiskey jug
Call me crazy for being outspoken
Just don’t call me racist
Cause I love my black coffee
From my white Starbucks mug ⁃ Muby Williams
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Can you stop missing me
I feel like haunted.
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Composed using the great S Pen and tge quite handy screen off memo feature on #Note8 .
It is my birthday today. Twenty five years old and yet it seems like only yesterday I was a small girl running to and from the garden. It is a strange thing -- to grow older, to see lines on your face you didn't see the year before, to think of a memory as if it was only two years ago when actually it was four but I still fall down at the sight of a puppy and I still look at the starlight when going to and from the car. I am glad I survived.
💫Caption Poem 💫
I do not pretend
I do not hold the dark
for here is my heart
in between lines
an inky mess
plain in view
tattered and bruised
it bleeds black and blue
glittering strewn across
its own ebony sky
every star drop tear
this fiery galaxy
dancing in my eyes
but not every love poem
is written in romance
not every sunshine
penned is light
not every sadness
is not laced with hope
not every day
is brighter than the night
I fear not the darkness
for just like everything
is not what it seems
she lets me shine brighter
with every cosmic collision
through which I live and breathe
no ones ever been able to read
behind the fire in my eyes
so don't assume
you know all my strokes
can read all of my lines
I may be an open book
but I've a labyrinth of a mind
things are not always
what they seem
don't assume you know me
just because I let you
see into my vulnerability
Artwork by the amazing @wer0ni 🎨💜💫
A lot of my work hides deeper meaning. Like my recent piece about burning and surrendering to someone. This piece is actually a deep and profound personal concept that could never be defined by love on this earth. It also hides sadness darkness hope rediscovery and ultimately - love, yet not romantic love. Does anyone else do this in their work? ❤️
Day drinking in the sun and my brain won’t shut off so my notes are getting a work out. Ya feel?
S.S. (sesenta segundos)
Esto no es un poema,
ni tan siquiera un intento de él,
sólo son sesenta jodidos segundos.
Cincuenta y ocho aviones despegando.
Doscientos cincuenta nacimientos.
Trescientos sesenta relámpagos.
Cuatro mil aleteos de un colibrí.
Seis millones de reacciones químicas en tu cuerpo.
Todo esto pasa mientras tú,te empeñas en no hacer nada. Mientras miras hacia otro lado porque sabes que después de este, vendrá otro y otro más. ¿Acaso sabes cuándo será el último? ¿Cuándo tu respiración dejará de ser rítmica o tu corazón se negará a seguir bombeando?
Cada sesenta segundos,
dejas escapar un minuto y con él, la oportunidad, los sueños,
el” ya lo arreglaré”, el “mañana lo empiezo”, el “a ver si nos vemos”, ese primer beso que ya diste con los ojos, el mensaje que nunca llegaste a enviar, las risas que guardas en algún cajón de tu mesilla junto a esas medias de encaje, un disparo a bocajarro desde el otro lado del andén directo a tu corazón,
a ese alguien que se enamorará de tu sonrisa,
elegir entre salvarte o navegar,
el te quiero que guardas para una ocasión especial, la peli que nunca llegaste a ver, el poema inacabado ,
los “tengo que” venidos a menos, los “quiero, pero no me atrevo”, frenar en seco o derrapar,
ese “no” que evitas constantemente,el adiós que no pronuncias siendo consciente que necesitas hacerlo.
Todo lo que deseas comienza en una fracción de segundo.
Todo eso que dejas para mañana...¿y si el mañana no existe?
Cada sesenta segundos,
parece que no pasa nada.
En sesenta segundos,
tu vida puede cambiar.
Pero claro, te entiendo,
la prisa, la rutina, el hastío.
Ni siquiera hemos llegado a la mitad de una canción y yo,
pidiéndote que despiertes.
No lo hagas,en definitiva,
sólo son sesenta malditos segundos...
⬇️⬇️ R E A D • M E ⬇️⬇️ Hi my loves. I’m currently working on a few new pieces to include in my eBook, but I won’t post them here until it’s published. I can’t wait for you to read them! — ➡️🏅🌟 I’m also thinking of holding a small giveaway 🤗 The prize will be one of my poems (that you can choose!) printed, framed and shipped to you, just for you! Comment or DM me if you’d be interested 🦋
Some click instantly, some grow on you, some you can't stand, others never leave even when they aren't there. Every relationship has a defining impression, some help us in setting our boundaries, some help us in loving more despite the fear of getting hurt. Everyone teaches a lesson, far too valuable in their own ways. The most beautiful ones are the ones who always stay back in our hearts. The ones who affect us the most. Even when they aren't there in our life anymore, their presence is always felt in the most comforting ways. They are your soulmates, your soul has recognised them. Soulmates aren't restricted to a single role of a lover, they can be your friend, a companion or a stranger. They are always there in the back of your mind, longing always follows their thoughts, comfort always accompanies their memories. Multiple soulmates pass our paths, some stay some move on, but no one leaves the heart. Heart always knows, they recognise them even if our minds don't realize it. Even when they unknowingly hurt you, you can never stay angry at them, their happiness means the world to you. Sometimes you leave them to find your peace or maybe because its what they need, and moving on from a soulmate takes more out of us than we can comprehend. Everything has a set time limit in this finite life of ours, and so does relations. But you'll always be glad to have know them, to have them in your life, even if they weren't what you needed, even if their hurt leaves a scar. They hold a special place, and the ones who are meant to meet will not be restricted by any means. They touch lives in a meaningful way, it doesn't have to be physical, because its always more emotional. Their stay or fleeting moments are what define our physical stay here. They are the blocks around which our life takes shape, our perspectives get formed, our heart beats play.
- Anks Vadher