Deep AF

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anxiety, depression, emotionally scarred, mental health, you are enough

I’m no stranger to displaced anger and disfunction.

I know what it is to live when anxiety is suffocating
And depression is crippling
And the propensity to be something forces you to function when you’d rather do nothing.

When shall your wounds welcome their scabs?

To heal a wound, you have to stop touching it.

Sometimes I’m coping with mixed emotions like I’m so HAPPY yet so SAD…

Often I’m dealing with the duality of mental health and my best self like
Ego is the enemy and YOU ARE ENOUGH – even in your ruggedness.

Truth be told,
The vibe never lies and energy is everything…
Long story short:
We long for love in view of the fact that we don’t know how to accept it.

I see too many adults living with codependency issues ’cause the child within was neglected.

Question:
Why do hurt people hurt people?
Why do mental health memes cut deep?

MY POEMS ARE NOT POEMS…
I once read: “If you don’t heal what hurtcyou, you’ll bleed on people that didn’t cut you.”
And thought “that’s deep!”

–@StevieStreets #BlackMentalHealthMatters #poem | Deep AF

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To The Women Whom I’ve Loved and Lost

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emotionally scarred, INFJ, insecurities, languages of love, maybe i deserve, to the women i onced loved, vulnerability

To the women whom I’ve loved and lost:

Thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and antics

Thank you for giving hope to this hopeless romantic

And to the one that got away, I hold you in my memory banks at all costs

 

To the one that could be my baby’s mother and to the one that should be my Misses

 

I never meant to hurt you

And apologize for leaving you emotionally scarred

 

I want you to know, it wasn’t that I was emotionally unavailable;

Pretending I didn’t care for you when you left was incredibly hard

 

You gave me the kiss of life

Yet my foolish pride turned a piece of paradise into a cemetery of kisses

 

Maybe I deserve to watch you get married

Maybe a part of me died the day you miscarried

Maybe a fistful of tears is too much to carry

 

To the woman whom I’ve loved and lost,

May you find it in your heart to forgive me?

 

If my inability to love you gently led you to leave behind a trail of broken men,

Please forgive me

 

And to the woman that reads my poetry and can’t understand how I find it hard to express love:

I’m not blackhearted, I don’t have a blackheart

Black Love is beautiful, loving you is easy,

However, I’m learning how to accept love

I’m opening the dialogue to express love, albeit through a poem

I know you think I don’t have feelings

I’m learning to put my vulnerability out there,

Understand, I want to be a better man, I want to right my wrongs

I’ve been deflecting my insecurities for years,

To communicate better, I literally write my wrongs

Incidentally, my languages of love have destroyed women that I truly love;

If you look into my heart you’ll see, I wanna build God Body Knowledge

But my demons are living with me

I got feelings, I just lost a portion with each abortion;

You cannot love me if I don’t love myself,

I still ain’t forgive me

If you can’t understand how I’m antisocial yet social,

Please forgive me

I know my INFJ Myers Briggs is hell

But I see heaven in your eyes,

May you be patient with me?

 

–@StevieStreets #ode #tothewomenionceloved | To The Women Whom I’ve Loved and Lost

Changing The Narrative

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definiteness of purpose, defying the odds, emotional intelligence, emotionally scarred, self-talk, under no circumstances, you are not your circumstances

Change the narrative…
Speak less of who you were, speak more of who you are.
Think about the plot twist – you got this! – your ability to articulate the divinity within will make you a star.
Change the narrative.

Change the narrative.
Take the band-aids off, open your heart, let the world see your scars.
Speak of those defining moments, there’s no shame in the pain; tell the world, the things that break you make you who you are.
Change the narrative.

Teach the boys and girls how the lowest moments in life prepared you to reach for the stars.
Teach the boys and girls how you acquired emotional intelligence from being emotionally scarred.
Teach the boys and girls why everything you’ve been through has made you everything you are.

Speak life; plant seeds of wisdom in the youth, help the boys and girls grow.
Speak life; teach the youth to live and let die, preach the power of letting go.
Speak life, even if it kills you to speak your truth; you must know, everything you’ve been through has been preparing you for everywhere you must go.

–@StevieStreets #youarenotyourcircumstances #sonnet | Changing The Narrative

#codeofthestreets:
A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because her trust is not on the branch but on her own wings. Always believe in yourself! -Unknown

You are not defined by your circumstances.
You have the ability to defy your circumstances.

You have to keep an eye on your choices, your chances.
You will be refined via your choices, your chances.

Under no circumstances will I allow to think quitting is a choice, you will not squander your chances.

Under the circumstances, you will make better choices and prepare for better chances.

Stand firm in your decisions, walk in your purpose, don’t leave it to happenstance.

In the journey of life, you must step up, you cannot live a purpose driven life by happenstance.

Change your mind – change your life, it’s that simple at a glance.

To be or not to be is a choice, just be careful with that choice, you only have one life to live and NOW is your chance.

–@StevieStreets #defyingtheodds #poem | Under No Circumstances