Beauty & The Beast

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He gawked at me as if I was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.

Every day, he found a new way to compliment my beauty.

It wasn’t my external appearance that kept him intrigued; it was what he saw internally that sent a signal to his heart.

The signal that said it was okay to let go because I was the one.

His hard exterior shattered revealing a softer side, but when we made love, the look in his eyes let me know I was still fucking with a beast.

Renee, Sydney. The Diary of She – Vol. II: Poems & Affirmations .

My ‘Seed’

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As the seasons passed, I watched you grow.

Finally, I understood what it meant to feel alive.

Whenever I felt butterflies, it was you saying, “hi.”

For months, I watched as you rested on my side.

Though painful, I was happy you were keeping me aware you were alive.

You blossomed into the most beautiful being I’d ever seen.

Born with a crown, you’re for sure a King to be.

Renee, Sydney. The Diary of She – Vol. II: Poems & Affirmations .

Lethal Love

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He’s a disease that won’t stop spreading.

How can I get rid of him?

I swear he’s making me sick.

He’s consuming my every thought.

I feel him beneath my flesh.

He makes my blood boil, but he’s the only one who knows how to cool me down.

His touch is irresistible and his smile hypnotizing.

I forget about my surroundings.

I’d follow his every command and submit to everything that is him.

Every wall that I built came tumbling down.

I was left looking him in the eyes, praying he didn’t ignite the flame in my heart that took years to put out.

As he pierces me with those beautiful eyes, I can feel him eating away at me, breaking me down until finally I say, “Let’s give us another chance.”

He’s toxic, but I’m addicted to the feeling.

Breaking Free

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A prisoner to myself

The doubts I had

Things I feared daily

Stereotypes due to the color of my skin

Judgement about what’s between my legs

Negativity coming out mouths of the miserable

Today I’m breaking free

Moving anything or anyone in the way

I won’t be stopped from being me

-Her Final Entries

“Her Final Entries” – A Collection of Poems & Affirmations.

In Her Final Entries, I take you through five stages; Love, Hurt, Release, Lost & Found. During this journey you will fall in love with life and the people in yours, release you from the hurt and pain you’ve been holding on to, heal you on the inside and out, and most importantly give you hope for better days. – Sydney

I did it again! But this time with a new self published poetry collection. 

For about 3 years now I debated back and forth if I should release a new poetry book and if I should take the route of publishing it on my own. It took some time getting the format down and sending myself a ton of proofs to see if anything was messed up. I’m positive I still have some things to learn, but I set a date of Valentine’s Day, as this is the anniversary of my first published poetry book The Diary of She and I was going to stick to that date, which I did.

So here you go!

Her Final Entries: A collection of poems and affirmations

Before you go let me leave you all with a Intro.

Dear Diary

I finally decided to unwrap you.

You might have been the best gift I’ve received.

You’ve always gave me the freedom to say what I need.

There’s been so much going on & it’s hard trying to adapt.

My career, motherhood and everybody’s crap.

I’m less bothered, though times I still want to snap.

That’s why I got this new journal & I hope for it to be my last.

The last time I write about the hurt I’ve felt

or how I long to feel the touch of a man.

The last time I vent about consistently being misled or questioning where my life will end.

I’ll give you a bit of my pain.

Show you a little drama, but I’ll continue to uplift, just as I do myself.

Remind you that you’re important and to keep loving yourself.

Welcome to my final entries!