See Me

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Do you see me?

Or am I just a canvas for you to thrust yourself upon?

Am I just as pretty and full of personality?

Or do I pale in comparison to the beauty that becomes her?

These things that swirl through my mind, words coiling like a snake ready to strike.

See me.

See me as you wish too, blindingly gorgeous with no one to compare me too.

See me as you hope too, mind-numbingly witty in a verbose world.

See me as only you can, with your eyes, your mind, your hands, your heart.

See past me, through me, into me.

See all of me.

See the good, the bad, the ugly, and the unusual. See the deepest darkest most hopeful me.

Just see me.



Enough is enough. The killings have got to stop. The continuation of spreading fear has got to stop. I am but one person in a sea of many who feels compelled to stand up and say no more.

Who am I but some white woman who knows only about sexism, not racism. I have no idea what it must be like to walk down a street and wonder if I’ll be stopped by a cop or killed because I “look suspicious” or someone is on a power trip and doesn’t care about my life. I don’t think I’ll ever know what that fear must feel like. I only know down to the depths of me that the fear that is experienced every day is WRONG.

There is no justice system anymore. I have no faith in it, not that I ever really did to begin with. Civil rights seem to belong to very few or only the ones with “power”. The system is broken, why do we not demand a better one? Oh that’s right, we have over and over again. We can’t stop until things change.

#stopthefear #stoptheviolence #nomorepolicebrutality #thisisnotapolicestate #takeastand #icantbreathe #blacklivesmatter #everylifematters

I Try To Imagine

I try to imagine a life without you. I know I’ve had one already. But it never seems like it, it seems you’ve always been there like air surrounding me and filling me up.

And then in my minds eye I see that one day you won’t be. All I’ll have left is the memory of you. And an empty feeling in the pit of my being.

Because who will make me laugh until tears stream down my face? Who will level me with a look and small smile that invites me to play with your lips? Who will hold my hand while watching tv or driving to anywhere? Who will love me even when I’m unlovable?

Because those are the things that will be missing and so much more. I try to imagine a life without you, but I can’t because that’s no life at all. How does love become bigger than life? With us.


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