I'm no loser [Diary fragment]

by Yakari Gabriel   Jul 16, 2012


The air was okay that morning,
I wore my best pants,
my mom's shoes, her best bag,
simple make up and a smile.

"try your hardest"
Steph said, "Impress them"
and I did give it my all.
they were happy with me,
everyone was happy with me.

..but was I happy?,
this is not who I am.

the "me" I know,
does not wear shoes that imitate
the sound of a galloping horse.
the "me" I know, writes on paper
but does not file them.

I'm no miss fancy pants,
even if I look good in them-
but with time I've come to understand
that I do not belong with those
who stick their noses in the air
as if humanity smelled bad.

the women in there,
they looked at me as if I was no one,
as if I had stolen their lover, bruised their
children and wrecked their home.

my cousins say,
that I think I'm all that,
because I lost twenty pounds,
my English is better than them
I went to the best school here,
and still want to keep studying

people look at me,
as if I never struggled.
like twenty pounds came off,
because I kept on eating cake.
no, I didn't sacrifice bad habits.
it just came off,
the same way I did not work for
my Diploma, no, of course not.
the principle read my poetry,
found it pretty and handed it to me.

lately, everything in my house
is a mess including the people who live in it.
and I don't know what its all this luck
they've been talking about

people treat me as if I'm unworthy
of all that I have, all I have become
and all I have yet to be. but I've worked
my way from under to up,
I've cried myself
to sleep too many nights because
I was unhappy with who I was,
and changed myself by the morning.

I'm worthy of the fancy pants
I have to wear to work
deep down I know I am.

but truth is, I don't want them.

give me the sneakers and some
sun, give me the drinks and the people
let me flatter them and make them smile.

even if I lose my back
in the process..

I no longer care what they think of me,
how much of a loser they find me.

I'm worthy of everything life throws
to me, good or bad

it shapes me, even
when I can't see it.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Does not wear shoes that imitate
    the sound of a galloping horse.
    the "me" I know, writes on paper
    but does not file them.

    ^^ amazing 4 lines.. I was captivated at this stanza

    I've cried myself
    to sleep too many nights because
    I was unhappy with who I was,
    and changed myself by the morning.

    ^ fell in love with this poem at this point. Loved the positivity.

    This poem, i couldn't read without reading like I was on stage doing slam poetry. The attitude in this piece is stunning and much different than your other writes. If there is ever an opportunity to read a poem in front of people, Id choose this one..seriously so powerful, and you can tell you believe in yourself when others don't which is what you were lacking for a long time..Im pleased to read such a brilliant write that sticks it to the people who put you down

  • 12 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Wow Yaki!!! This was such an honest piece and it was so strengthening in the end :) That's what we all need to do, realize if we are truly happy and then get to where we need to be to reach our own happiness, and no one else's. I love the part about being worthy of life's good times and bad. There's so much perception in this piece, I am truly inspired by this.

    Great job girl- this is a true gem that no one but you could have written from the heart :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Yaki, Damn, Teach me how to be carefree and honest, I swear, I want to be like you, write awesome poetry, swear in the faces of the judgemental, throw careless looks at those who put me down and rise above it without a care.

    I want to be able to write down strength and give knowledge to others, you wise ass girl you are, I just adore you

    I adore your poetry and your lovely personality, Damn you, You are too awesome for me

    xoxoxoxox

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