Poetry from Tanisha Keefe

Toxic toll
I once was whole
before the immense pain you so selfishly inflicted on my soul
Was this the goal — to pay a toll
or has this simply taken a toll
Led by control: reprogramming
theft of my wants
Pure soul, slowly — but surely — playing a role
defamation of a chosen self
hoping for victory
painting this picture of me
as if it were my destiny
Could this be the death of me,
or the unapologetic theft of she —
what used to be no longer remains shell never be the same
Such a tragedy

Shhhhh
Signs and synchronicities With repetitive actions with self sabotaging consequences
same song, same
dance should I have even given you a chance Already awaiting the consequence
retraction should I even be asking
why there is a lack of passion why we wear this costume of love as if it’s a fashion
smile
and pretend it’s all peachy we were the illusion as if it was Avicii

Cursed within
Rejuvenation of one’s worth it starts with ones feet grounding to the Earth Mind over
mentality always shows the truth what feels like a curse Is revealed and
reversed And then only proceed after completing one’s need
What follows worth is the real realization you have to love you first
Love all around even the dark stuff you keep deep deep down all while treading
emotions
try not to drown stay afloat
love ain’t no joke, but there’s always hope

Best friend
What’s always there when you need it
In any and every situations
They have read every page in your book
They can read you and literally know every detail and nook
They stick with you through
Thick and thin
That’s right you guessed it
It’s my best friend
MMH est 2011

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