Mama Said 

she told me to “let it out,”

“it’s okay to cry,” she adds.

all these years, i held it in.

all of it.

a great big ocean swam inside my eyes,

churned and spun in my stomach,

mixing with ugly truth and resentment.

so i let it out.

and it was ugly at first.

my sobs took over my body,

turbulent 

and 

true.

but then,

it was beautiful.

now i understand why a rainbow paints the sky after a dreadful storm.

a smile crept up on me and the pain floated                a w a y.

“boys will be boys”

i always walk swiftly passed your

watchful eyes.

i can’t stand to be evaluated by those

puny pupils.

darting between my face and my body, something tells me you’re not interested in my intellect.

you never speak,

you just watch and then continue with whatever had your attention before i walked swiftly by.

i remember your face,

disinterest. burn. 

The Chronicles of Envy; a collection of my past. (Series: Lets Be Vocal)

that fact is,

you don’t know me so well,

and i shouldn’t be hurt by your lack of knowledge of whether i prefer purple or blue,

but i can’t help but be disappointed in you.

and at the same time, it’s my fault too,

i kept to myself because you wouldn’t include,

me in the world you shared with a few,

i get that time has been lost and neglected and laid aside,

but i think it’s time that we’ve tried,

to get to know one another.