Girl found dead in her room "some poem killed her"

Yep, i'm pretty sure that's what is going to be stated on the newspaper the day i die ok

Nathalie Patterson is my latest find.

I am inlove

kisses beautiful people.

What If? (That's What She Said- Power and Purpose)

FEBRUARY 12, 2014

What if for a moment we surrender everything we think we are
What if I am not a woman, black, American, short, voluptuous, poor
What if I evolve beyond all the things I claim to be
What would be left?
Who would I be?
What would I do?
What would I seeks?

I believe that in the mind of God, Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha, Spirit, Universe
Whatever force you claim
Nowhere was smallness a part of the plan
You were not meant to be mindless
Were not made to be a slave to an environment that does not grow you

Open up and let the world love you

This is your birth right
And something in you knows this
But getting to it, is the sludge you must pass through to access everything that's next

I used to allow the passive aggression of others to shame me into silence
Tried to resist internalizing it but subconsciously would wondered why I wasn't good enough
I used to hide my art cuz I was ashamed of it
Too much truth in these stanzas
Not enough structure and sugar coating
Not enough whisper in my woman for the comfort of men
We are raised to stay in our place
To not shake things up
This is continually reinforced
But every person who has ever made a difference on this earth at some point
Spoke up
Put in work
Every one of them learned to get back up

I am reminded of the things I know in the strangest of places
Sky Zone is where I found my grace
Somewhere between bounce and land
Watched these tiny children run and fall and get back up
Watched grown men flip and fold
Watched my friend perfect a trick
My eyes swallowed them whole
My spirit craved the thing my body was most afraid of
The freedom in flight
I wanted to flip
To allow this neglected body to exist in free fall
But I was afraid of falling
Afraid I would look stupid
Afraid someone from across the way would notice the big of me trying something not meant for my size
I was paralyzed
Couldn't allow myself to let go enough to fall head over heel
So I bounced
In a single square in a room full of trampolines
I stayed in my place
But there is no power in that
No beauty in the fear of feeling this body resist spirit

I am more than the limitations I've set for myself
More than what the world tells me I can be
I am not just this skin
Not just the things I do
I am the culmination of every thought in the most high
Which makes my existence holy
And what if I tried on worthy for size
I have wasted so many hours worried
Sick to my stomach about frivolous matters and avoided my truth
What if fear didn't control me
What if I didn't let my past define me
What then would fill the space of where my fears lived?

I think knowingness would fill the space
I know now that I was born to write
To express
To remind the timid to be brave
So I will not behave
Will not settle into the mundane standards society has set for me as a overweight black woman in America

I will love myself enough to chase these dreams
To jump for joy
To rise in love and fall right out of self hate
Because I was born
I was born to be great