Being
Black
Young
And
Poor
Who
Could
Ask for
More?
My faith
In humanity
Has suddenly
Been destroyed
No joyful mornings
Just mourning nights
Where my fight
Is useless
Just
Like
My life
Show me
Fair
Show me
Love
Show me
The lessons of my childhood
Were not just a deception
Of my conception
Of who I’ve come to be
Remind me
Of who I am
Not what you
Want me to be
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I am sorry your faith in humanity is being destroyed. 🙁 I don’t know what you are going through but I hear pain in your poem. I know pain and how pain can do so much.
One other thing I know that life is always changing. And it CAN change for the better.
I’m hoping positive change happens for you soon!
We know pain and we know the truth, I’ve lost faith but some hope lingers in your words. I hope peace finds your heart whole and full of love. You sound nice but broken, the good ones usually are.
Thank you for your kind words. My name here means I pretend I can disappear from my pain. But I don’t want to die with the pain being the last thing I feel.
My name also means I pretend I can live and survive. Maybe someday that won’t feel like I am pretending.
We are all connected in our pain. Different reasons, same bad feelings.
I wish you didn’t have to suffer either. Keep going and never give up. That is what I vow.
P.S… Keep writing. Keep getting it out.
Funny?!! That is the exact reason I haven’t gone through with it. There is no way I’m gonna die knowing nothing but pain. I have to give myself some credit for being able to see through the fog. My name means exactly what it implies, I’m here and only I’m aware of how much pain I’m suffering. I am more open about my pain now, it doesn’t put me to shame anymore. I’ll break down the walls, I just need a little help, focus, and persistance. I appreciate your words and I’m sure we’d make great friends. Your concern is genuine and that gives me a bit of pleasure to know you’re still going. Maybe, I’m not alone after all.
You are defiantly not alone. I’m glad you want feel the same- not dying with this pain. And you are learning what your depression is about. I’m glad you do see through the fog!
Yes, I care how you are because I have been there, still there at times. Remember too- a counselor told me this recently- that you have to be friend to yourself first. So when a friend is not there, you are.
When I thought about what that meant, I realized that I wasn’t always a friend to me. Realize that I am going to sink low but I need to listen to my pain, my hurts, in order to be there for me.
Good night and take great care of YOU.
One more thing. I really like your poem. It has power and emotion to communicates what you are going through. Really, keep writing! Write your story. I am going write mine!