I Am My Own Super Shero
(she can’t save me anyway)
she aint coming to save me
she can’t fix what she don’t see
her own pain blinds her
I know in this lifetime she won’t be free
I have to take care of me
cause aint nobody coming
and I just need to stay free in my mind
fear of lonely
beckons and taunts
I fight and flee the agony
of realizing that aint nobody coming to get me
so I take a few deep breaths,
fall on my knees
and allow Goddess to minister love
I stay free by keeping the best
and making it better
taking out my trash before it stinks
making sure I am not throwing away important pieces of me
that could someday be used against me.
I will protect me
by saving all this good for the woman that deserves me
by mozayk “the souls’ poet” 6.23.13
From my book SheRomance
I seek the golden noise of silence
and crave the heart thumping beat of the drum
I am alone a lot but not lonely
I can love and let go
I tend to see the good in everything
poverty has been my state
and abundance is my fate
I love men but I desire women
I’m your mama, sister and friend
I give my love so I can receive love
the silver lining of every cloud is mine
I’m growing while standing still
and move at my own will
I’m spiritual not religious
my hair is sometimes short
and sometimes long
some day’s I don’t use a comb
I like my coffee like I like my lovers
strong, black and sweet
I feel the flow of the universe
and God lives inside of me
the day I was born
I was given everything I would need
my soul is orange
my heart is red
and my mind is yellow
music is my lover
I said, music is my lover
words are my closest friends
the beauty I see in this would will never end
I like a baby’s breath and a cats meow
don’t care too much for the bow wows
What am I you say?
I’m an artist
because I am an artist
I am most times misunderstood
because I don’t think or act
the way people think I should
but staying true to myself is a gift of self love
I like Beethoven, rap, jazz, reggae and blues
can’t do rock, it lacks the ability to sooth
I’m a free spirit in control
I possess my soul
I’m happy with me,
if you’re not
maybe in my world
you don’t need to be
I can’t be bought
handle me carefully
I’m a precious jewel
my tongue and pen are my tools
both have power to create beauty and commit murder
I’m trying not to live in the past
to prove I’ve learned my lessons well
so on this earth I won’t dwell, in hell
What am I you say?
I am a writer and poet
by Mozayik “the souls poet”
So, I sit, and I write
There are days when the words are the only thing I can trust. The words allow me to control the amount of trust given. When you have ptsd there are days when there is not one person that you can trust. They could be the most trust worthy person and deserving of your faith in their ability not to intentionally hurt you.
Because of all the many times people have deliberately plotted to take advantage of you it is with earnest effort that a person with ptsd extends any amount of trust to you.
I am intelligent enough to know that nobody is perfect. Being glaringly aware of my own frailties, makes me also aware of the reasons why people do what they do. I live between the logical knowledge of realistically knowing that people just need to be accepted for who they are and the fact that people committed horrendous acts against me when I was at my weakest and most vulnerable.
Craving physical touch but if I can’t trust you when I need compassion the most, how the hell am I going to be able to trust you at all. We are not meant to be alone and I have beyond doubt overcome the fear of being alone by living in this city without my family and friends. I have been able to prosper despite living in a shelter because my environment was hostile and I could no longer trust the very person I had loved supported to have my back.
The fact is I did not come here to live alone. I landed on my feet. That is what I do. I am a survivor. One of the perks of having ptsd is knowing how to adapt to any situation. Even ones that may appear to be detrimental to you.
I want a partner. I want to make new friends but when I see that they will talk behind others backs and show no loyalty I don’t trust them and I believe that is a logical assessment. I do wonder, though, if I am sabotaging myself because of the ptsd.
Anger is not far behind that question because then I must use my tools I learned in therapy to get me back to a place of love. Returning to the love space will allow me to trust God and more than that to trust the God in me.
Everyday lately I am wanting to go back home to the tried and true of my family and friends in St. Louis. Trust is so very important in all our interactions with people. I am aware of the different levels of trust, but when people show you who they are…….well you already know.
I am trying very hard not to end up old and alone. Being alone though is how I feel safe, but that is sometimes when I am most vulnerable. I know I need to get out more and make friends. I tried that already. I had to stop talking to a woman because she would put other women down and basically murder other women’s character. She would talk to me disrespectfully and was critical of some of the things that make me uniquely me. I did not feel accepted for who I am. It felt like she wanted me to change so she could be around me. I did not trust her for those reasons. I could no longer take her criticism.
I have good friends and not one has told me to tone it down, so they would be comfortable around me. I admit I am not the usual woman. I don’t believe in fairy-tales. I was raised by some very strong, self-sufficient, and fiercely independent women. So, for some I may come off as harsh. I don’t sugar coat anything.
If you are not straightforward I find it hard to trust you. Being perfect is not what I expect. I just need people to keep it real.
Maybe I need to work on accepting people just the way they are, but I need people to be who they say they are. You must know yourself if want to know someone else.
Anyway, having said all of that. It is hard to trust people. I trust only God and the God in me. Right now, being alone is the safest place to be. A victim is something I refuse to ever again be.
I have been made in the fire,
laid out in the sun to become ashes
that fall upon my body and burn away the pain,
I know if I make through this,
after what I already made it through
a 100 facet diamond will have nothing on my glow,
my shine so bright that all night flees in the wake of me,
the powerful one able to look at the sun,
the one that gives life from the womb,
the one who holds up the moon and shoots stars around mars and can be the diamond that all diamonds aspire to be,
you cant see me because I be in your soul,
want to find me,
you want to be a kind like me,
but you will never be
because it is only your own shine
that will nurture you soul and make you whole.
by mozayik “the souls’ poet”
I want to say, “SisStar, if I did it you can too. You can be happy on the inside all of the time. It is a downright dirty shame that we have to fix ourselves. But we can do it and your healing will change the course of your entire family for generations to come.”.
The launch date for the GirlGetYouSomeHelp.com is March 23, 2018 the seven year anniversary of The Souls’ Poet.com
My mission is to lead women, particularly LGBTQ women to healing. I am the relate-able example that healing is possible.
My message is simple. Girl get you some help. I don’t say this in a judgemental tone. I say this because I love you. I see you. I know what you have been through. If I can heal so can you. I promise you it is better on the other side.
Writing has saved my life. Every therapist asked me to write. Writing is a proven facilitator of healing. Pouring your emotions and feelings onto the paper is one of the practical tools of therapy.
I will use journal writing, and poetry to not only help with healing but to also educate on the many forms of abuse and domestic violence specifically where it is women hurting women within the LGBT community. I want to also educate or demystify how to find a good fit when looking for a therapist. I will give tips on and how to work with your therapist, how to get what you need from therapy and when to say “I am out of here.” when the therapist is not a good fit.
It is my purpose and passion to help women heal with my whole life.
I feel it is utterly important that women heal because it is true,
the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
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