This was from an art show I was a part of last month. This video was shot and edited by the very talented Maryse Bombito aka MXRYSE Instagram: @mxryse.b Enjoy :)
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I am the strongest person I know So it makes me extremely angry when I can't get this off of me When anxiety has its knuckles wrapped around my throat so tight I can't breath When PTSD slams me back into bed because it would rather see me go hungry than brave the grocery store trip alone. I am the strongest person I know because when the world told me they'd rather have the quiet princess than the broken warrior, I told them, "I didn't get to choose so you don't either." I am broken but mighty, even with tears running down my face and cuts on my wrists I still Get up And go I am the strongest person I know because every time I stood at the top or the edge of Death I stepped back Picked up a pen and wrote until my hands stopped shaking. When my voice quivers while reading my own words aloud I take a deep breath and think, Jade you are the strongest person I know because when the whole world tried to break you, You rebuilt yourself Reclaimed your name and became Seymone. ~ For Your Ears:Last month I had the pleasure of sharing my voice and poems at two events. I was surrounded by talent and inspiration and support for an entire week and it was,
rejuvenating! Here on my site are two poems from that week titled, “Performances”. Enjoy :) ~ CANDY MAN He’s my Now or Later I have him now and I’ll have him later But not in between no Two year timeout from all candy No butter fingers, no nutter butter, No lollipops and no Now or Laters I love candy. I’ve loved candy since I can remember Now or Laters are my favorite. Reintroduced to them a few months ago They’re an old friend of mine with whom I only have fond memories Sweet on the front, sour in the middle, and sweet on the back Just like I like them Now or Laters have so many flavors And I like a candy with options. As a kid I would unwrap as many as I could When I unwrapped them this last time I got a bonus prize. Sometimes I miss the other candies I stroll through the candy aisle Butter fingers and Nutter Butters... (Too much butter) Oh but lollipops! Quick, sugary, with just enough flavor to turn my lips blue (which I hate) But Now or Laters just hit the spot every time Time Two years time No candy Really it’s just the Now or Laters they’ll be gone All the other candy will be here Even the lollipops But I’ll wait two years Cuz Now or Laters are my favorite. ~ For Your Ears:LEAVES The man of my dreams is finally holding me close Although sometimes i get his hands confused for another Not so kind hands With knuckles so strong they broke my spirit Callouses so rough they cut my skin to the white meat So deep, I’m afraid they’ll never heal My virgin Skin was not ready And he did not care And I could not handle it. So I bought a big jar and put it right here Inside the jar were all the tools used against me Each capable of leaving permanent marks Marks that I thought made me Me The trauma Both told and untold The Love Both given and received And The Neglect. Over time this filled all the way to the top. Bursting at the seams You could see it all over my face Mixed and mangled together I ran into the rain and begged God, “Why?” When I showed the jar to my father he said, “I’m sure this is what you wanted.” And my mother agreed. So I smashed that jar like a piggy bank and cashed out On therapy and a lil bag of goodies. Spending all of it on me, myself, and the girl whose virgin skin had been scarred. ... His hands still haunt me but I am Thankful for my own With knuckles strong enough to pick my own damn self up Strong enough to break that jar Nails so sharp they tear up anything in my path to peace Peace of mind, body, and soul So here’s a piece of my mind I’m not going apologize to anyone For how I chose to fix what he broke. But I will say thank u. Thank u, next to my ex Cuz without him we wouldn’t have this poem. ~ For Your Ears:This is mainly for my Grams and Steve, I graduate from Baylor in August 2019, after that I will be moving to Egypt to teach English! I don't really plan on moving back, I only have the next two years planned out (which is a lot). Currently I am crawling towards the finish line that is Graduation. My puppy Charlie is still doing great. My grades are fine, my mental health is getting there. I'm doing a lot more live performances lately, which I'm super proud of. My fear of public speaking has dwindled to something I can firmly grasp in my hand. Thank you for your constant support and encouragement and love. xoxxo, hugs & kisses For Your Ears,When there’s a breeze you can hear the leaves rustling in the trees. Shaking back and forth they dance to the sound of themselves. the dead ones yellow now still hanging on. Are we like these leaves? It’s 62 degrees and the sky is clear On our best days we dance the rhythm of beautiful days carrying us along until we land in bed again Are we like these leaves? Worn already by Life Not halfway through our 20s With enough trauma to go around We huddle together Yellow and almost dead on the inside Somehow still high above the ground Haven’t we reached rock bottom yet? No. Hitting rock bottom is the worst, and baby You’re the best. I’ve always believed in fairies and elves Living in the trees, causing mischief In the cut they thrived Uninhibited by the chaos of the world I’ve always had a thing for elves I’ve always believed in love at first sight At first I loved the sight of you At first you loved the sight of me And yet Years go by and we wandered alone Through the forest in search of ourselves We bumped into others Got some sap on our clothes Picking up the twigs and logs Found lodged in various partners along the way Eventually We bumped back into each other Still covered in sap and leaves Watch me closely as I find sugar and seed Among the sticky leaves I find your eyes underneath “You’ve come back to me.” ~ For your Ears:He's my Now or Later I have him now and I'll have him later But not in between no Two year timeout from all candy No butter fingers, no nutter butters, No lollipops and no Now or Laters I love candy. I've loved candy since as long as I can remember Now or Laters are my favorite. Reintroduced to them a few months ago They're an only friend or mine with whom I only have fond memmories Sweet on the front, sour in the middle and sweet on the back Just like I like them Now or Laters have so many flavors and I like a candy with options. As a kid I wound unwrap as many as I could When I unwrapped them this last time I got a bonus prize. Sometimes I miss the other candies I stroll through the candy aisle Butter fingers and Nutter Butters too much butter Oh but lollipops! Quick, sugary, with just enough flavor to turn my lips blue I hate that But Now or Laters just hit the spot every time. Time. Two years time No candy Really it's just the Now or Laters that'll be gone All the other candy will be here even the lollipops but I'll wait two years cuz Now or Laters are my favorite. ~ For Yours Ears:What if we were like dogs? Excited every time we saw each other strangers and friends and family What if we went around spreading joy to everyone we meet? But we don't. Selfishness a mask Isolation and apathy a shield to the possibility that we'll never have love. We all know to get something you must give it. How have canines mastered this and we humans have not? We who create and build and innovate and destroy and break and hurt we who have so much power who can do whatever we want. But we fear more than we love we take much more than we give. What do dogs know that we don't? ~ For Your Ears:Silence so thick it lays like a comforter on top of us keeping warm in this cold world. Watching the rain fall and fog roll in. Worms wash up on the driveway the birds are quiet today school is cancelled today Reheating chocolate chip cookies and tea and almonds. Norah Jones serenades the rain doors wide open to get the full affect. I think we let in some fog settling on the carpet around us we lean into it wrap up in it like a comforter. I wonder where we'll be in five, ten, twenty years. I think I'd like to be right here. ~ For Your Ears: |
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