Hello Sorry For Tagging. I Am Very Sick, My Asthma Is At Its Maximum Level, My Nose Freezes, I Have No

Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

Hello, loveliest people <3. I don't know how many people will see this post but I wanted to at least try to help this angel up above. Being a student, I don't personally have funds to help. If you do and are willing to donate, you'll find the GoFundMe link in their pinned post 💓

A letter to no one

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I do.

I swear it...

Just not on your life.

No, I promise I understand that love

Is uh... Great!

Soul wrenching, shining, sweet dreams

Live with love, escape fate.

My heart is open,

Broken but beating.

Oh, I said your love makes feel pretty

Like I'm floating or... Fleeting?

No no, I do love you.

I swear!

On my own, wonderful life

And us, the golden pair!

I love, love, love

The way you... Walk?

The way you smooth down your hair,

Your eyes bright as you talk.

You're so meticulous

And kind

And you have the best kind of laugh

And even better kind of mind.

Don't leave me,

I'm not half as bad as I say.

I'll just be less depressed and anxious

On a less... Difficult day?

No no, I love you!

I swear...

Just not on your life.

You're too important, for me to even dare.

I love you...

Though, is it even true?

Or am I just too scared to look in the mirror

And say "I hate you".

Don't love me.

It's not worth your time.

Because I'll stay broken and crying

Even when our wedding bells chime.

There's too many pieces of my soul amiss.

I'd never burden you with such work.

There's too many demons in my soul,

When I think I've caught them all, new ones start to lurk.

Listen to your mother.

Run as fast as you can.

It's not love if it hurts.

It just bleeds before my ban.

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Women of my blood

And my past,

I thank you.

For brushing your hands through my wild hair

And deeming it fit to braid.

For walking barefoot in fields

And smiling as I walk alongside you.

I have seen your frown lines

When I wound on hospital beds.

I heard your prayers

To a God I do not fully believe.

I felt your love

Through the oranges you peeled

And the gold you hung around my neck.

I am not the first of us to be as I am.

Neither am I the last.

And I know  you are not disgusted by my existence nor nature,

As I feel your pride in the wind

And I hear it in our song.

I thank you for bleeding the way I did

And drying my tears from centuries away.

For taking my hand

And leading my dance

Just to hear the mirth of my laugh again.

I apologize for smearing your beauty onto a misfit set of standards,

And I feel your acceptance through the kisses of the animals you grazed.

Women of my blood

And my past,

Thank you.

For embracing me on dark nights

And singing lullabies as I fail to fall asleep.

For raising my voice,

For boiling my blood.

For being the flame on my dampened skin.

You are the laughter I hear in the chorus of our music.

You're the sound of the anklet's chime.

And I hold your hands

And say to the women of our blood,

And my future.

Hold your heart in your hands,

Proudly, vigorously.

Laugh loudly

And listen not when they tell you you're not enough.

Instead,

Spit in their faces

And feel our presence as you dance.

10 posts!

Yay me, lmaooo

My solitude is constant, loneliness my religion

Yet you were the god to which I prayed

To never be left alone.

- to that girl