Take What Resonates

“I be reading your shit and crying,”

she said so honestly, I knew she wasn’t lying.

That’s one of the most humbling compliments a writer could get.

The hurt in her voice when she said that, I’ll never forget.

It was a reminder of why I share what I do.

Sometimes I forget people can relate to what I’m going through.

I’m glad that it resonated with her in ways I’ll never truly know,

when late at night and all alone are the only times her feelings will show.

I’m truly grateful for those that take the time to read,

dissecting my words and taking what they need.

Our stories and situations may not be the same,

but having you relate regardless is truly my aim.

So this goes out to the ones that cry when they read my shit,

I’ll take it as the highest form of a compliment that a certain post hit.

Ooo, That’s Too Deep

When I feel something passionately, I got in the habit of just writing it out.

Jotting it down to understand it more later has always been the safest route.

I know what I go through is very relatable,

but whether I should share publicly is always debatable.

I have a back log of writing that is truly from the heart, but reveals too much of me.

It’s parts of my life that only close ones know, and don’t want the whole world to see.

I read back on them and think, “Damn, that’s quality ass work, but ooo, that’s too deep.”

For I respect my private nature, and for that, those posts only I will keep.

I’m a private person, and I don’t like people all up in my shit.

But I’m a writer, and I know speaking from the heart will always hit.

How ironic, I’m private but I share parts of me every week,

sharing my lowest moments have been some of my viewing’s peak.

Maybe one day, I’ll feel more comfortable to over-share.

But as of now, I feel like I wouldn’t dare.

I share what I’m comfortable with because it’s relatable and uniting.

In doing so, I need to make sure I set those boundaries in my writing.

Some things I want to write and keep just for me.

After all, not everything is meant for everyone to see.

Public Service Announcement

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This is a public service announcement to my fucking self,

that sometimes I need to write shit out just so I can hear myself.

Yup, I don’t write just for the consistent writing clout,

but more so to arrange my thoughts and mentally sort things out.

100 percent of the time these posts are dedicated to me,

they act as reminders because I know how hard headed I can be.

I often need reminders to practice what I preach,

because I give great advice, but for myself it can seem out of reach.

I post these posts and make them public for anyone’s eyes,

because deep down I want someone to relate and maybe realize…

Bitch, you’re not alone. You are valid in what you feel.

This game of life gets messy, and I only write about what’s real.

Most of the time that means my life, and I get cautious not to over-share,

people don’t need to know my every move, and that I am completely aware.

That was what had me weary – the fact that anyone could peep.

I didn’t want to give people the scoop on my life and encourage them to creep.

Sometimes I still get in those moods of shutting this shit down,

but without this outlet I know that I would mentally drown.

This is a public service announcement to my fucking self,

to stop bottling up my feelings and putting them on the shelf.

Bitch, that M.O. gets you nowhere, you should know this by now,

and remember you will only post what you are willing to allow.

This shit is dedicated to me,

and it always will be.

But if you resonate, then this is dedicated to US –

I’ll give you the words to your emotions that you feel you can’t discuss.