From the Publisher: “This book contains poems written to help the author find a sense of self and how the author felt during certain events in life. Revealing emotions, thoughts and searching for an outlet to release feelings. To create more positive thoughts, a healthy mindset and self-love all around. This book has poems that lead to self-acceptance and self-awareness.”
More info About the Author: Shyann Glover is a poet who lives in Pittsburgh.
My little brown girl.
You.
Are my light that cracks and breaks through
This brick wall that I have created.
As
the cement that holds my wall so firmly.
Deteriorating while afraid.
The Installation, that was formed
Made a home.
A house
That is sturdy and warm.
You
Look through the windows of my home.
Filled with laughter
Smiles, even dents and dimples in your chin.
I question
The time when I did not have a wall.
How can I
Demolish it?
Can I make it
Thin?
I do not know.
Would there be such a thing
As me then.
Bitter
While sweet.
Come here my love
I do want to cuddle and rub feet.
Watch movies, yakking, pop-corn snacking
With you.
Brown sugar
Please.
Me
“Should I put a little in our baked beans?”
As you yell “Mommy, you know my favorite is greens!”
Collard
Wash them, so we know they are clean.
My love
That is unseen, stored away, in a hidden place.
Moved.
Out of my
Brick home.
Into
You.
My little brown Girl.
My world.
As we sing.
In the car.
I will have nothing
Without you.
That is true.
I realized
The girl who is on fire.
Is, you.
This wall
That is five foot one.
The
Cement needs to be redone.
Brittle walls
Start to fall.
I never felt stable.
Able to feel loved.
You
And only you showed me what it is like to have love.
Letter
To my, little, brown, girl.
Who breaks
Walls.
Lost Treasure
You are unaware
Of your value but value remains there.
When x marks the spot
Someone will find you.
While it is up
To you.
To shine.
No matter who
Tries to define you.
Under dirt
Or debris.
Your treasure
You must open your eyes to see.
Lost treasure
Is only lost.
When hidden.
Unable to be seen.
Beauty Comes With Flaws
Beauty
Underneath it all.
Covered by external
Features that are described wrong.
So, I try to wear
Me raw.
Face naked and
All.
Inches and extensions
Fell out.
Glued in
Wrong.
Look at me
Raw.
Beautiful
Since I covered all my flaws.
Before you didn’t notice
Me at all.
Baggy shirts, rough hair
I never really cared.
Since
It was me.
Smiling underneath.
Wearing flaws.
I wish someone
Would of told me.
Beauty
Comes with flaws.
And left me there
To face the world raw.
Beauty from within
Matters.
Internal beauty wins
External flaws.
Until Fall
In the wind
Along the trees I sit.
Hanging on to a branch
Waving in the wind.
Until fall comes around
the only feeling I found.
Was a silent
Yet crackling sound.
Dissolving.
I must have
Hit the ground.
My colors
Seem to make people smile.
Changing from green
Red, yellow, or brown.
Between me and you I
Like when I make a crunchy sound.
I imagine being a tree.
So, branches can hold leafs
Close hardly any space to breathe.
That is me as a tree
A leaf, is all I could be.
I miss being in that tree
Blowing rapidly.
Leafstalk, branches
I would give all my chances.
To dance
One of them single dances.
Sitting in that tree
Even if it was just me.
Blowing.
In the wind.
These poems are published here courtesy of the author and should not be reprinted without permission.