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.

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.