Dear Openly Broken

A Poem by Guest Blogger
Chiquita

Dear broken heart .. I know you hurt and i know u tired of me taking you through the same ol shit. I’m not going to lie tho I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. I actually thought this was gone be some real shit but i guess you saying same shit just a different nigga.. I hope you understand what I’m about to say to you and i hope that u can forgive me. I’m hurting too. No matter how much of me i give it’s like it gives them more reason to love someone else. I mean who am i? Why did i think this would work? Why did i think they would even love me. Why did i wait for them?Why did i give my body to them? Now i feel like i wasted my time and yours. Heart i pulled all the love out of you that u had left. I gave u to somebody that i thought would handle you with care. Now I’m stuck . Stuck on how to heal you again. Stuck on thoughts of how to not do this to you again. I’m sorry and i can’t say it enough. I know you hurting . Like what now? Where do we go from here? You got a lot of scars and i opened up an old wound. I know you tired. Tired of hurt tired of pain tired of giving your all to situations that’s been dead. I wish i could forget everything about them. But i can’t. My heart won’t let me. My mind won’t let me. All i can do is cry n hope the pain will eventually ease away. I did this to you and I’m sorry i truly am. I hope that one day you would forgive me then i can one day forgive myself. Before i go tho. I just wanna tell u something. You love way to hard heart like we suppose to be in this together but you go way harder than me. The way you love the next can u love me?? I think that’s where it starts.. i feel like if you love me first the person who suppose to love u will love you. You loving the wrong person heart. This another heartbreak we gotta get through together and just like any other time we got this. So for now .. to protect the both of us I’m putting that guard back up.

Sincerely..
The person who carries you on her shoulder ..

Chiquita Hyche is a dear friend and poet.
She's also a professional nail technition.
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Candace

Openly Broken Introduction

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"Broken Clocks" A Poem by Tonisha N.

Broken Clocks

She had her heartbroken long before she was interested in a man
Holding on to the saying “father’s are a girl’s best friend”
But where was he when she needed that influence
Jumping from house to house
And bed to bed
Neglecting to settle down and make a home with a wife and kids
And even when he did she was nowhere apart of his plan
Now she’s all grown up jumping from bed to bed looking for the right man to heal that heartbreak that her father did
Accepting black eyes
And lies
Hoping that one day that man that she’s sleeping beside will become the man that had her up late at night with tears in her eyes
That little girl longing for a father is now a woman
And that woman is struggling to overcome it
How do you trust a man when the one who was supposed to teach you just up and disappeared
Now you’re just living a lie
With a constant why in the back of your head
Was you just not good enough
Or was he just not a man

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Untitled Poem by Tonisha #day17 #28daysofselflove

Reddened eyes
Up all night
Baby in one arm
Briefcase in the other
Strolling down the street
“Hey bitch, can I have your number?”
Hold up, pause,
“Is that how you speak to your mother?”
The language that drips from your lips is so vile for this woman of color


It gots to be that black girl magic that keeps us from going under
It’s wicked how we’re rejected and disrespected because of our melanin
Yet, you have those of the lighter persuasion trying to
Walk like us
Talk like us
Look like us
Be like us
But they can’t
See, they can’t relate to this struggle

This chocolate skin
Baby, it wasn’t always in
And this kinky hair
Doused in relaxers and flatirons
Taking care of your kids with nothing but peanut butter in the fridge
Let’s not forget little Amy receiving that position that you’ve earned
Being taught to watch your mouth to persevere that man’s ego
Ergo, I must be little miss submissive in order for him to be attentive

But, sweetheart, listen
Everything has an expiration date
And those days and times are over
Exude that black girl magic that lies within
Snatch those bandages off and let them wounds heal

It’s okay to be soft
It’s alright to reveal
Let go of that hurt
So that you can begin to live
My name is not “bitch, hoe, slut, or ayo ma”
Call me by my name or don’t call me at all!

Tonisha is a poet that will grace this blog frequently.  Her work mirrors the expressions of this blog and I welcome her voice and talent.