Only if.

When it is my time, I’d choose to preach to all of my American sisters and brothers. To say this:

“In this country. The one below our tiny toes. There are millions waiting to be detangled from the prejudice system of government that our founding fathers built. The government officials now defeat the purpose of what this country meant to be. The land that ALL men and women seek to live in. Not just one race. If I were to run for this title, I’d make promises to do the best that I can for those who are victimised by our own country who promised to keep them safe. To make them comfortable in their own skin. A country that they can benefit from. Doesn’t matter who. Black, White, Muslim, Latino, Gay, Lesbian, Transgender, e.t.c. My purpose as a civilized person is to reach out with the palms of my hands to those who’ve suffered for too damn long. To give my oppressed brothers and sister a country they deserved since that very day they were born. To give each child in America hope that one day they will actually become what they want without being stereotyped down to the core.  To give anyone reason to live, that this country will actually move on to be better. That society will learn to accept that we all believe in different concepts. We all can agree that we can relate to is that the color of our blood is red. That we all want die knowing that we did everything possible for our next generation to carry on our legacy. We have more in common despite how we were raised. All of us want to be successful. So why do we choose to rip each other to pieces instead of building each other up? There is no competition with each other. The only competition is the time that we are wasting bullying one another.

No more wars. We must fix the domestic terrorism going on in our home before we can fix anything else.  When has a president decided to really focus on education before war? When did our past presidents spend more money on education than weapons? Don’t expect to defeat your opponent when you can't even defeat the negativity going on within your team…”

But you know what? A speech like this would work only if America was ready to vote for a Hispanic Woman in office.

-Azúcar Mind

Lonely Woman by Faith Smith

DEAR SOCIETY,                                           

SOMETIMES I SLEEP ALONE, AND NO, NOT PHYSICALLY. SOMEONE IS ALWAYS BESIDE ME, BUT MENTALLY, I BLOW WITH THE WIND. I GET LOST, I FEEL USELESS. I FEEL I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I CAVE INTO THE EXPECTATIONS OF A WOMAN: WHAT THEY SHOULD LOOK LIKE, HOW THEY SHOULD TALK, HOW THEY SHOULD WALK. I DON’T BELONG, OR AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I THINK. EVERYONE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE A BREATHING CREATURE ON THIS EARTH. LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE A PART OF HUMAN SOCIETY. LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE AN IDEA IN SOMEONE’S MIND. LIKE I’M THE UGLIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. I’M A JOKE, SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T FEEL THE MEANS OF EARNING RESPECT. I LOVE TO SMILE AND LAUGH, BUT I’M FILLED WITH SO MUCH NEGATIVITY BECAUSE OF WHAT OTHERS CHOOSE TO DO TO ME. THEN AGAIN, IT’S NOT THEIR FAULT. IT’S NO ONE’S FAULT BUT MY OWN. I CHOOSE TO BE A QUIET PERSON. I CHOOSE TO BE NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, AND I GET STONES CASTED AT ME BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE THIS WAY.

IF I TELL YOU MY HAPPINESS WAS STOLEN FROM ME, I WOULD BE LYING. I GAVE IT AWAY. I LET EVERYONE TAKE MY JOY AWAY. I LET EVERYONE STUMP MY HEART IN THE GROUND, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY…I DROVE AWAY PEOPLE WHO’S ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME BECAUSE OF ALL THE HURT OTHERS OUTSIDE OF THEM HAVE CAUSED. I’M ANGRY, WHICH MAKES ME BECOME A LONELY WOMAN. I DRIVE EVERYONE AWAY BECAUSE I THINK EVERYONE IS ALL THE SAME. THEY ALL EXPECT ME TO BE “PERFECT” LIKE SOCIETY SAYS. THEY ALL EXPECT ME TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. THEY ALL WILL SOMEDAY HURT ME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE. THEY ALL WILL LEAVE ME LIKE SO MANY OTHERS HAVE…THEY ALL WILL MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I DON’T HAVE A PLACE ON EARTH. LIKE I DON’T HAVE A SAY IN THIS WORLD. LIKE I SHOULDN’T HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE THE BREATH OF LIFE. LIKE I SHOULD DIE.

I HATE WAKING UP IN THE MORNINGS, BECAUSE I KNOW I’M AWAKE. I KNOW I’M NOT NUMB FROM THE PAIN. I KNOW I’M NOT ABLE TO STOP ALL THE DESTRUCTION THAT’LL SOON COME MY WAY. I ALSO HATE FALLING ASLEEP, BECAUSE I KNOW I WON’T STAY ASLEEP. I WANT TO DROWN IN MY OWN THOUGHTS. I WANT MY EMOTIONS TO CHOKE ME IN DESPAIR. I WANT TO SEE BLACKNESS IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKY. I WANT TO DECEASE MY PHYSICAL BEING ON HOLY GROUND AND RUN AWAY FROM ALL HUMAN KIND. I WANT TO BE GONE, BECAUSE I AM A LONELY WOMAN, AND LONELY WOMEN, BY SOCIETY, DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.

SINCERELY,

LONELY WOMAN

Untitled by Endeah Huey

I know what the problem is, she is congested. Sick with the flu, with aches and pains demolishing every blood cell that is set to fight for her. They are doomed because of her thrill to touch. They are doomed because her finger tips danced along the brim of every indulgence. She lived in the moment. No mere future or past could interpret her  captured moment. That is how her blood cells were doomed. The day when she lived in the moment and died.
But the moment was not hers. The moment did not belong to her. The moment was not meant for her. It was not meant for her the second she couldn't breath. The very second she could taste the vile and feel it in between her legs. It seemed as though it was everything she had dreamed about every night. With a teddy bear to cuddle with and a pillow to clutch on to. To her It was more than just a dream because it was meant to be lived.
So, there she was, with her moment, but never thought about what happens next,
What to do.... next. Next is such a scary word for someone who doesn't know what that means for them. It's so scary because it's an aggressive attack on the moment. It unveils everything she was comfortable with knowing. It uncovers everything she knows until she knows nothing at all. 
She lives with the flu, but something  phenomenal happens, 
The flu isn't the flu anymore, but it instead becomes encrypted into the vessels of her consciousness. It is a reminder of that moment, it will continue to live in her consciousness until her moment, is actually fulfilled.
But that is what made her, someone else. She died when she discovered that the moment, did not belong to her. It died once she realized that everyone is armed with moments and they utilize these moments to kill one another and also themselves.

I am not Sorry by Kaylia Walker

I am not sorry...

I will not apologize for my sex.

I will not feel sorry for myself that I am looked down upon.

I will not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me frown because I am not who they think I am.

I will not live up to the worlds low expectations of the women society because of their fear that I will overcome.

Instead I will prove them all wrong.

You look and see a woman whose most difficult job in life is fixing a man meals.

I look and I see a woman whose most difficult job in life is being whatever she puts her mind to.

You will not bring me down, for I am a strong independent woman regardless of what anyone says.

I am and unapologetic woman, and I am not sorry for being a woman not now, not ever.

She was asking for it by Gabrielle Gousman

She was asking for it,

Who told you to wear those short shorts?

That tight skirt?

Who told you to show all that skin?

She was asking for it,

How dare her tell me no?

Like she’s too good for me.

Wicked temptress, A modern day Eve.

She was asking for it,

She was into it,

She did it with all the others,

Whores can’t say no.

She asked for it, I’ve done nothing wrong.

I just showed her what she’s meant for.