I think she died.
When I was speaking I didn't feel her
When I told him no, I didnt feel her
It's weird,
She's always been apart of me
I don't know a world with out her
Im not sure if my brain chemistry is off or if she's dead
But I spoke freely today.
A girl I felt so intimidated by
Her confidence
Her beauty
I spoke to her
And I know she would never let me
Because I knows she's jealous that I'll find someone who doesn't allow me to feel her
She fears that one day we’ll be judge by who we really are
A nerdy black girl full of passions no one could understand
I feel a boldness in me that my mother tried to instill in me that she never had
I feel the fierceness my dad taught me to have
And it's because she isn't here
I'm constantly looking over my back to see
If I'll see her
And I don't
But I want to feel her.
I Wonder what I will do without her
She's the one that kept me safe
She Helps me analyze every single interaction
From the moment I opened my eyes this morning
She's the one that tells me I need my abusive ex because no one will ever want me
She's the one that researches every single ailment and makes conclusions based off of a fear that isn't even real
I'm scared to know a world without her
How will I remain safe
How will I stay guarded from all the pain stored in me ?
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Author:
ambitiousC (
Online) - Published: February 24th, 2026 23:43
- Comment from author about the poem: I want you to have your own interpretation of who she is is but this poem is what im experienceing now. What happens when you no longer feel anxiety? When fear makes us feel safe, how do we navigate without it? Any advice in walking into boldness?
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