Don’t try to change yourself for me,
Allow me to love you authentically.
I see potential in your flaws, and bright ideas in your failures,
Like the first budding fern after a forest fire.
I admire you.
I want to find beauty in parts of you that she overlooked, find the uncertainties and insecurities of your character and seal them with my love.
I will teach you to love beyond your fear.
– SNC
The concept of self is a very complex and very debated one.
Yet it is empty; and this is why I feel it is so difficult.
Self-image is comparable to the mirror image you see when looking at yourself in the clear water.
One minute we have ourselves figured out and clearly defined;
our goals,
our standards,
what we will and won’t do,
and in the blink of an eye that image can be completely distorted with the toss of something as small as a pebble,
yet can be catastrophic in destroying the concept of self we hold on to.
The concept of self is ever changing, and that’s something that needs to be embraced.
To others it may seem like you may be confused,
but to a more deeply evolved soul, they will understand that life, wisdom, and genuine fulfilling experience is a cycle of lost and found.
To find yourself you must lose yourself and then find yourself again.
Each time you find yourself after a period of darkness and frustration,
you will awake with a deeper soul shaking understanding and awareness of yourself.
Life is about making the leap to the unknown,
and not being afraid to emerge a different version of yourself.
– SNC
“My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude”
― Warsan Shire
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
― Jim Morrison
You remind me of the full moon.
so close… yet far out of reach
the look of love, once had but never to be found again.
You come around every once in a while and shine… subtle, yet humble.
With a silent , demanding, hypnotic power.
the remnants of our love restricted to the longing in our eye connection.
until we look away… trying to forget the unforgettable.
I’ve decided to love you from a far.
detached myself from the possibility and accepted love without ownership.
Instead of trying to have you for myself I will let you run free and share your light with the world.
Hoping for the chance to once again be a star supporting your light.
S.C.
Creative Images, Running Wild,
Through my mind,
All the time.
The blind thoughts sailing through my mind, explaining how my motivation is helping my nation through my innovations.
No rest,
Stressed,
My minds a mess.
Inspirations
Calculations
Motivations
Aspirations.
Thoughts that fought between the two sides of my brain,
mental strain,
unknown terrain.
Life guided by the right side which is seen as evil, a threat to society,
creativity seen as lethal
Open-minded, no restraints to be finded-
binded, within the confines of societies definitions of who I should be, look at me.
Standing outside looking in
Standing outside looking in
Standing outside looking in
Within you
Me, her, he, she, we
As a collective of art
we start, a storm of ideas with our brain, brainstorming
trying to maintain while life’s rain is pouring
We are outcasts
put my music on blast
As I walk fast, outside of my class
into a world, where I’m a young black girl
stereotypes, constantly putting up a fight with these stereotypes
Visual and performing artist expressing myself with the left side is the hardest
but that’s what they want,
uncreative controlled thought
my mind cannot be bought
My creativity is a leeway, guiding my path like a freeway, and we stay,
standing outside looking in,
standing outside looking in,
standing outside looking in.
S.C.
“I’m a visual artist, and a writer, so I can write pictures. If that makes any sense.”
S.C.
Some fly freely like a butterfly,
without any restraints or ties to past situations.
Others stay bound within their self-designated cocoon to be a product of their environment despite their constant struggle to break free.
We are the one’s who dictate whether we will flow freely and adapt to new situations like water,
or constantly struggle with fear of newness and progression and stay stuck in a constant cycle of degradation.
The lock and the key is fear.
Ultimately, Metamorphosis is a choice.
S.C.
I admire love from a far because thats all i’ve ever done and all I know how to do. I love to love,
I live to love,
I love to witness love.
I love to witness love flourish and develop; the romance open its wings and fly. I love to be present during the process of love,
to aid in love,
to encourage in love,
to assist in love.
I am love, but I do not love. I do not love because I cannot love. because love is not synonymous with fear. When it comes to life I am welcoming, energetic, and full of insight. When it comes to love I am uneasy, cautious and insecure.
I want to love and be loved back. Thats all I want and all i’ve ever wanted.
But I am not easy to love,
I am dangerous to love.
none but one will ever get the chance to love me, because one is all I need. One that will give me his all without fear.
I am only human, plagued with imperfections.
Do my imperfections and perplextions sway the direction of your affection?
I hope not.
S.C.
A building can only go so high before it collapses, when built on a weak foundation. But the flaw was discovered when the building was already sky high. That building then has two choices: either to ignore the foreseen dangers and allow mass destruction to occur, or to take initiative to break down its walls completely and start from the beginning; Reflecting on what went wrong and starting with a stronger, purer foundation.
I am the building and I am presented with these choices.
S.C.
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