peace is of me

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Quiet Grief.

Try to laugh everything away,
Fake it.

Try to hide in love with men,
Shrink.

Fit the formula, 
Be standard. 

Break hearts until your ready,
With no pity.

Keep going, 
Unknowing.

Don't dig too deep.
Don't shine too much. 
Stay mysterious.

You're not suppose to know, 
They're not suppose to know.

Discrete. 

Keep secrets,
As if they never existed. 

Don't dare to free yourself.

Don't be too black. 
They don't know what black means, 
Or worse, they understand how supreme. 

Don't be too woman,
They don't know an untraditional version of one.

It may scare them.

Just stay quiet,

Please.   

Please,

Keep lying, 

To satisfy. 

Don't think.

Have some drinks.

Wake up heavy hearted,
Sink.

Then, do it again.

And again. 

Try not to think.

Please.

Try not to think.

Suppression will, in turn, be depression.

Depression will turn into lack of of self-expression. 

Still, 

Hide. 

Stay quiet. 

Just don't think.

Please.

Just don't think too much. 




I Love You To Peace,

Ebony Ross


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