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  • Eggshells

    My birthday, decided to go out

    And thought she had plans already

    We had Mexican then to a brew house

    Snapchat shots made her angry

    We talked it out, had a vague forgiveness

    But I should have known you were still pissed

    My birthday last year nothing from you

    I thought it was your ADHD

    You have it and she does too

    I wonder if I’m just too naive

    And you did it on purpose

    Just because you wanted me hurting 

    I can’t remember the last time I texted you

    Or even messaged her 

    I’m always walking on eggshells, it’s true

    Because with you two I’m never sure 

    I feel I’m the biggest enemy 

    That you have in the family

    Six hundred and fifty I gave

    Thinking you’d fix my car

    Dad took grandma’s money to pay

    And went to a shop that was probably too far

    But that money was already spent

    By the time I asked back for it

    Now that I think about it

    You being so petty isn’t a surprise

    You get slighted then get pissed

    And everyone’s against you in your eyes

    I love you

    But sometimes I don’t want to. 

  • Confidence

    I’m not a size zero

    I can’t throw it back

    I’m definitely not a hero

    And I’m okay with that

    For the first time I didn’t do my face

    Held up my phone

    My smile in place

    As the flash glowed 

    I had never felt so naked

    Laid everything out bare

    I was only without makeup

    But I used to wear it everywhere 

    There’s a freedom to this 

    Not being worried about my skin

    My body’s not perfect

    But I’m building confidence

    Things don’t fall into black and white 

    There are a million shades of grey

    So what seems to you as the only right

    Can be seen by someone else a different way

    I’m learning my limits

    I’m not letting you be the one to push them

    If you say something about me

    I’m ignoring you

    I’m learning to be happy

    You should be too 

  • Just Living

    A friend told me he thought he was trans

    Had a name for his new self, Rachel

    I asked if he would tell his parents

    He said no, that’s not something they could handle

    At that point of my life

    I was maybe 19, still optimistic 

    I honestly thought my mom wouldn’t mind

    Being who you are is just living

    Turns out I was wrong

    Voting Trump should have shown that

    The many things said by my mom

    About those who’ve found themselves at last

    I rarely talk about anything important

    I don’t need to hear those comments

    “You’re born as you are, that’s it

    Gender isn’t something you can go fix”

    How can you be so accepting some ways

    But so rejecting in others?

    I’m bisexual, by the way

    To actually tell you, I’m afraid

    Mom, I just don’t get you

    Have you even thought it through?

    Love the same gender, okay

    Live the wrong gender, go away?

    That friend didn’t ever transition

    It was experimenting and learning

    I wonder if he had told his parents

    Would he have ended up hurting?

  • Battle Scars

    Inside my lies

    All I show is I’m fine

    They didn’t see them

    All the lines drawn in

    Battle scars

    They decorate my arms

    A secret fight

    I never wanted in the light

    It’s not about them

    Or even their words

    It’s about me

    And how I’m not my perfect girl

    Skinny, pretty or fit

    This is all I feel helps it

    Battle scars

    Decorating my arms

    Words mean so little and so much

    I don’t believe the word love

    Happy has just become a lie

    And you’ve become fine with goodbye

    Battle scars 

    Have filled these arms

    The blade shines in invitation

    All it takes is one motion

    Red and flowing

    I can do this without you knowing

    Battle scars

    On more than just my arms

    Battle scars

    They decorate my arms

    A secret fight

    I never wanted in the light

  • Hush

    I post in secret

    Shedding the “good girl” they see

    On those days when I rock it

    Blocked my entire family

    Hush, hush, no one needs to know

    Hush, hush, this is what makes the show

    Innocent is a fun game to play

    When no one knows you’ve learned so much

    Naïve and gullible- she’s just that way

    Unfortunately they don’t see I’ve grown up

    Hush, hush, in circles we go

    Hush, hush, enjoy the show

    So maybe I’m just a little much

    Posting daily, not hiding much

    There will come a day I’ll probably stop

    Only because at consistency I suck

    Hush up, don’t show them now

    Hush up, the ratings are down

    Good girls never do bad

    Or so they want you to think

    But good girls are best at bad

    We’ve learned to hide many things

    Hush up, here’s the big moment

    Hush up, a choice- can she make it?

    The wildflower scene is done in a dead field

    She dances among nothing

    CGI is used to make it all look real

    The result is undeniable beauty 

    Hush, hush, this is where love would come in

    Hush, hush, if this was going to be the end

    The choice I made was for me

    A way to fall in love with me

    I’m showing off to many strangers

    But don’t worry- they only know I’m a she/her

    Hush, hush, the end is on the screen

    Hush, hush, A bow and the star leaves

  • The Wall

    Junior year

    Fresh from his lies

    I was still 16

    A girl who lost her starry eyes

    You were of age

    According to the law

    Signed your name on a page

    That enlisted you the next fall

    As you were getting ready

    I was holding too tightly

    I sent texting shortcuts to be coy

    You said they were annoying

    I haven’t used them like that since

    It’s been years, over ten

    Tonight, I thought about you

    I’m still alone in life

    I know for you that’s not true

    A friend showed me your wife

    Funny how you said you were gay

    That you couldn’t ever love me

    I question myself thinking of that day

    Why couldn’t you say it was just me

    I’ve been scared of love

    Because of him and you

    To you I wasn’t enough

    So you lied, and he did too

    Now it makes me mad

    Because to you “gay” was an excuse

    To get me to step back

    Make me let go of you 

    I can’t just let the past go

    Be okay with that game

    If you wanted to be left alone

    Why couldn’t you just say?

    So hey, Chris, fuck you

    Because I deserved the fucking truth

    Honestly, I’m actually over it

    I’m writing this to break the wall

    I can’t remember your last name

    But I know it’s now harder to fall

  • Introduction

    Hello, my name is Faith. I’m 33, 34 in June, and I’ve been writing since I was in middle school.

    My poetry started out in the form of song lyrics; with three verses and a chorus that would repeat throughout. Finally, after a few years of that, I let myself write without that kind of structure and began just writing poems.

    I’ve been posting screenshots of my poems from my notes app on Instagram (username @noted.writings) and I’ve decided they deserve to have their own site.

    Please enjoy my poetry and I hope you feel something from all of them.

    -Faith

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