Butterflies

Butterflies are set free from her mouth,

the way none-sense usually is.

You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks,

a quality others admire most about her.

Thousands of butterflies escaped

and filled the room.

Her mouth hung open.

Not word bounced off the walls,

only thoughts and butterflies.

-Saschia

 

 Check Me Out On Medium

 

Alive

There’s your right and your wrong

there’s your ceiling and your floor

But my right is not your right

and your lies are absolutely my wrong

There’s a path I chose to take

it was dark and winding

it was lonely

the type of lonely I wish on no one

but I persevered

and I came back

with new thoughts and new ideas

and a refusal to be part of the status quo

and

A refusal to return to the chains that bound me

-Saschia

So Now, Accept Yourself

You are tough

You weren’t born that way

You came out soft and squishy

And full of fantasies

And you tasted just like sugar

Like melted sugar

And rainbows shot from your eyes in the middle of a hurricane

Then it started

the dying

You realized people did very bad things

That people died for no reason

You realized you were someone to be understood only by a few

And you tried for years to understand why

And tried for years to tell yourself you’d be ok

We’d all be ok and you’d make sure of it

You hid in your silence

In your fear of connecting the wrong things once again

You hid in your stereotypes

Black violence with White credit score

Then the armor came

It collected over the years

You watched and saw how others made it through

You ate

And skipped meals

You slept to help skip them

You skipped em to feed your baby

You skipped em to find love

Then you clung to the illusion that someday you might be good enough

But you, my beautiful tattered soul,

have always been good enough

Since the day rainbows shot out of your big brown eyes

And even the day they started going dim you were still brighter than the north star

You have survived things and never stopped rebuilding

You tear down your walls over and over

And when you rebuild

You don’t rebuild selfishly

You rebuild for every single person who needs to be rebuilt too

Your ability to see the good in monsters is something people will never understand

Stay apart from those who don’t understand you ability to accept

But keep accepting

That is what you were born with and that is what you will die with

And that is your only purpose on this earth

So now accept yourself

-Saschia

A Woman

Take away the dishes

The wife-ing

The mothering

And you’re left with

A writer

An artist

!A REVOLUTIONARY

Who dreams of sowing thought

respect

And empathy back into our existence

She grasps for words

And stories

She grasps for experiences

She fails

She falls she rises

Over and over again

She is a woman

She is an entire future stitched together with all the labels she’s out grown

-Saschia

Options pushes and Pulls

It’s the same door

Isn’t it the same door

Let me look

Same handle

Ok different wood

But it’s practically identical

Why would I be called somewhere

So similar to the last one

I know we shouldn’t compare doors

But they’re like the same

Look, look at that different door over there

It’s like mine

The cracks are filled in with gold glitter

The handle warn

And there’s even a peep hole

So why would I go thru a door that’s just like the last?

-Saschia

He Is

He is something I want to myself

He is real and innocent

He reminds me of Christmas morning

The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for

Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon

He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day

And just the words you need to hear on good day

He is me

And I am him

A collection of all the things that brought us together

-Sasch