Spoken Word Art: To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before
This post is very similar to my post on Thea Monyee and an equally huge part of my self love journey. I was blessed to also see Mayda live when I was in college. at Loyola Marymount University. The black student union at the time arranged for HBO Def Jam poets to come preform live for us! How amazing right?! Mayda was one of the performers. She preformed like three pieces and I was SHOOK!
I entered into my self love journey due to the toxic relationships that kept repeating in my life. Self love was my form of healing. This piece helped me heal immensely. It helped me call my power back after failed relationships or breakups. It reminds me of my own strength and its just a phenomenal piece of art.
Get into this amazing work of art! I hope that it can support your self journey in the same was as it supported my own.
Love,
STUK Founder, Brette
Part 1 We are not your mothers You have been weaned from the breast of a woman for years Yet you come to us wounded and half-filled with promises you can only keep half the time Trying to suckle our sense of self dry We have become much to accustomed To sleepless nights and damp pillows Have become much to accustomed To waiting for our empty beds to be weighed down with the body’s of men Heavy with the scent and the hands of other women and we Simply wanting to be loved and to love ourselves unconditionally Simply wanting the truth Of whether you can really love us or not. Play Hester Prynne Place scarlet letters on our chest Become adulteresses Cheating ourselves out of what we truly deserve Willing to settle for less Willing to act like a little less then a goddess Willing to sleep with the enemy Men to scared to stop acting like boys Thinking we can love away their scars So we take the lashes of their insecurities they pour on us And lick our wounds in quiet mourning for the little girls that we lose by the minute.
Part 2 You said you had a photographic memory. But apparently you forgot that honesty begins by being real with yourself And the ones you claim you love The truth cannot be hidden What’s clouded in darkness will always come to light my love You should have known that Claiming you saw my light so clearly and brightly I guess shit happens I just wish it wasn’t me And I guess it’s so much better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all I know that’s some easy shit to say but I’m still gonna try to live by it I’m still gonna try to put my faith to rest in it I will sleep on dry pillows now in a bed big enough to love myself in I will awake these coming mornings with my eyes dry and shiny Full of the knowledge I am priceless and worth nothing but honesty I will remove this scarlet letter from my chest And take the hand of the little girl I used to be And say I’m sorry to her I’m sorry for cheating you out of the joy you have always deserved And I will wait for a man To come along That can give me the truth Of how much he can really love me
