poetry || ferris wheel 365.

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I’m on a Ferris wheel

Three sixty five

Afraid of heights

Too cried out to cry.

My cart approaches the ground

Choices to make

Acceptance or change

To break or to make.

Choosing to get off

Acceptance is my decision

Hard leap toward the door

But met with resistance.

The next passenger in line

Drawn to my fear

Confident that he can help

Forces himself near.

I beg him to leave

I don’t want another ride

I want to retreat

I don’t want to try.

My warning disregarded

He closes the door

By the time we reach the top

He’s screaming “no more!”

As he exits my cart

He attacks me with words

Salt to open wound

He deepens the burn.

Next passengers up

I caution them at hello

“Its not safe here for me

Please let me go.”

Just let me ride alone

I’m tired of being attacked

I’m tired of apologizing for me

When I’ve begged you to stay back.

But no one will listen

They all think they know best

I’m stuck in a nightmare

Where my no is their yes.

heart Nosy Josie

via Daily Prompt: Recognize

PS: I learned in 2016 not to wait for anyone else to love me.  I learned to love myself with all that I am and all that I have. Earlier this week, I came down with a terrible cold that has my head aching.  I decided to get up and show myself some of that love by making myself some homemade chicken soup… for the first time!  I could taste the self-love in my food.  Watch the video below to see it first hand lol.


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19 Comments on poetry || ferris wheel 365.

  1. Tareau Barron // February 6, 2017 at 2:39 pm // Reply

    Beautiful poem and hope u get well. Ummm so Where’s my soup at though😝??

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    • o0o I ATE IT! hahaha. Don’t worry, I made sure to eat a lot for the both of us. :D. I’m glad you liked my poem! I’m feeling much better. The headaches are still present off and on but they are not as intense. You think that’s strange?

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      • Tareau Barron // February 6, 2017 at 4:38 pm // Reply

        No its not. I’m learning in therapy about how fascinating our brain is but also how us Blacks have been genetically predisposed to endure trauma. Whether it’s from a relationship, society, poverty, sports, etc, our trauma is magnetized times 10. Part of that is due to the fact that us black men aren’t supposed to cry, but tears have chemicals that we need to release and black women CAN’T express themselves without being labeled the angry black woman. As long as you have an outlet and know that you will feel different on certain days, you will overcome it.


  2. I should change my tagline to “Just let me ride alone. I’m tired of being attacked” I feel you smh. Another great post from you!

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    • I’m glad you got my bottom line message :). I knew you would understand. Thank you as always (and I see you’re doing some catch-up reading lol. I finished my last night.) I’m going to start working on my February article pretty soon. I decided to try and be consistent with 1 article a month lol.


      • Of course I did! Yep I’m trying to show love to all my followers and read a few of everyone’s pieces. Can’t wait to read it! Good luck with that consistency I haven’t quite mastered it yet myself lol


  3. The crazy thing about this… I’m terrified of Ferris wheels. Lmao. The message is so pure. I would to collage with you on a post similar I won’t to do.

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    • Are you?! LOL is it the height or just how they hover in the air for some time? I’m not terrified of ferris wheels – but I AM terrified of what the ferris wheel is symbolic for in this poem.

      I’m not sure I understood your last sentence though – run that by me again King.


  4. Sorry. My phone is slow. But collaborate on a similar post I want to do. Lol sorry.

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  5. Wow. Your pen game is ill. I dig this poem. The last two stanzas are especially powerful. That is a relationship dynamic I am familiar with and have experienced. That soup looks awesome – hope you are feeling better!

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  6. I’m so loving these lines, the message, and conclusion! Yes Queen ♥

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