A Girl like me

by Yakari Gabriel   Oct 22, 2012


I will tell you something:
there is nothing beautiful about
being the sad girl, there is
nothing beautiful about constantly
seeking empathy

I used to think,
that depression was something
you couldn't really control,
I used to think it was just there
and there was nothing you could
do to make it leave.

you see, a girl like me,
Latina, living in a place
where my race is hated, where
they don't want us.

raised by a mother alone,
who does not much more
than work and sleep..
lonliness, emptiness,
a feeling of loss that
would not fade away..

grieving over everything,
not being thin enough, not
feeling beautiful enough, not
have gorgeous hair, money problems,
struggle, tears,

a girl like me..

hated or loved, there
was never an in between
they either wanted all of me, or none
of me.

who used to think she wasn't worthy
of love, who has thought of more
ways to die than rain has fallen from the
sky.

hate me, trash talk me.

a girl like me,
knows of things you won't unless
you've lived them

I've changed,
and I've changed tremendously
because there is nothing beautiful
about being sad.

nowadays my poetry sucks,
I have less friends, my clothes
are too big..

and I have yet to find
who I am, and what to do
to get to it.

but I can tell you
this much, I am not the
sad one anymore.

if you want to sit back,
and watch your life fall apart
waiting for empathy to hold
you, go ahead.

but I refuse,
because in all honesty
no one in this world
is really in the mood for sad stories
anymore.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    A girl like you learnt early how to be stronger than the others and you know we - latinas -are supposed to bear the burden silently, weeping when nobody can see our tears for this is what we are taught since we were kids: "swallow your tears!"or "Why are you crying? If you go on, I will beat you and you will have a reason to cry!"
    A girl like you have blood in her veins, dares because she knows all kind of fears and has faced all kinds of problems.
    A girl like you understands that her mother is the result of her own environment. Yaki, people can't give what they have never had.In order to love someone, first we have to love ourselves.A woman enslaved by a
    life of sadness and sacrifices has no time to show feelings because she herself is too busy trying to survive (herself).Forgive her and forgive yourself firstly for not being what people expected women to be in Latin America.We have to live to be who we really are.
    A girl like you is too young to be wise but it is exactly what you are: a latina who dominated fate with an arm bar and I look up to you because you make difference in this world of dangerous alienation.
    A girl like you is not a girl anymore. A girl like you is a woman prepared to fulfil her mission in life.

  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Holy cow!! This is gorgeous....I'm proud of you girl. Losing weight doesn't mean being fat was ugly it means you're getting healthy. Losing friends doesn't mean you're an unpopular loser, it means you have a sense of discernment about who you really need in your life and who you don't...

    I hated watching you sad Yaki. I hated hearing you say you didn't want to live. Seriously it crushed me and pissed me off at the same time. So I'm so happy to see progress and read about your happiness and how you're looking forward to moving forward because you're right no one likes sad people. They drain you when you're around them. Being positive and excited about life usually works better for people.

    Love you

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Yaki, a girl like you has emotions shooting to the stars. This was an exquisite write, mind blowing.

    XD

  • 12 years ago

    by Yakori bint Muhammed

    This is just so sweet. I feel the sense of self-discovery radiating in this piece. Sadly positive and a sense of hopeful peace.

    I believe we all feel like this at some point. When everything paints pessimism and misery. Nothing seem to drive us further, we just wish to wallow in our drown till no more. Its quiet a despicable feeling but it gives birth to a better part of us. We tend to fight it gradually and get more motivation to pen our emotions on the paper. Scribble anything that looms around us.

    We tend to get out of it and never look back when we do so. Thus, appreciating ourselves and our achievements whatsoever. I really loved how you conveyed this, so true and real. I don't know you, but i know you're the famous Yaki, and our names are both produced from the same set of alphabets, :-). And you seem to be a lovable person.

    Bon Travail! :) ..

  • 12 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Thank you girlies. <3

    hahah when I am talking about poetry sucking
    I mean.. because.. well face it guys

    unless you're sad it doesn't really come to you..

    happy poems suck bahahah

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