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27: she/her
I love writing ✍️ poems
I don’t think I’ll ever stop 🛑
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Just a girl trying to survive in this wicked world
I love writing ✍️ poems
I don’t think I’ll ever stop 🛑
Facebook ,Twitter, Instagram refugee
Just a girl trying to survive in this wicked world
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Name:Amaa
Age:27
Sex: female
Pronouns: she/her
Writing poems is a passion
I am just a lonely gem in a cruel world
Age:27
Sex: female
Pronouns: she/her
Writing poems is a passion
I am just a lonely gem in a cruel world
They throw stones? I build thrones.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
I don’t chase peace;
I command respect.
I bleed ambition,
I’m what fear expects.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
I don’t chase peace;
I command respect.
I bleed ambition,
I’m what fear expects.
November 9, 2025 at 5:31 AM
They throw stones? I build thrones.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
I don’t chase peace;
I command respect.
I bleed ambition,
I’m what fear expects.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
I don’t chase peace;
I command respect.
I bleed ambition,
I’m what fear expects.
Let the thunder come
I feed on storms.
Pressure built this spine,
Rage shaped my form.
They throw stones? I build thrones.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
I feed on storms.
Pressure built this spine,
Rage shaped my form.
They throw stones? I build thrones.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
November 9, 2025 at 5:26 AM
Let the thunder come
I feed on storms.
Pressure built this spine,
Rage shaped my form.
They throw stones? I build thrones.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
I feed on storms.
Pressure built this spine,
Rage shaped my form.
They throw stones? I build thrones.
They doubt? I detonate.
I’m the fire they fear
But can’t recreate.
I’ve been bruised, I’ve been burned,
But I never learned to bow.
They said I’d break—
Look at me now.
I don’t pray for easy days,
I sharpen pain into a blade.
Every scar I’ve earned
Is a crown I’ve made.
But I never learned to bow.
They said I’d break—
Look at me now.
I don’t pray for easy days,
I sharpen pain into a blade.
Every scar I’ve earned
Is a crown I’ve made.
November 9, 2025 at 5:26 AM
I’ve been bruised, I’ve been burned,
But I never learned to bow.
They said I’d break—
Look at me now.
I don’t pray for easy days,
I sharpen pain into a blade.
Every scar I’ve earned
Is a crown I’ve made.
But I never learned to bow.
They said I’d break—
Look at me now.
I don’t pray for easy days,
I sharpen pain into a blade.
Every scar I’ve earned
Is a crown I’ve made.
I think I’ll be putting myself up for adoption at this point
November 6, 2025 at 3:22 PM
I think I’ll be putting myself up for adoption at this point
I walk through cities made of ghosts,
their laughter carved into the stone.
The sky is bruised, the moon looks tired,
and I can’t remember what it means to go home.Every shadow whispers my name wrong,every echo sounds like goodbye.
I reach for warmth, but touch the wind —
it hums
their laughter carved into the stone.
The sky is bruised, the moon looks tired,
and I can’t remember what it means to go home.Every shadow whispers my name wrong,every echo sounds like goodbye.
I reach for warmth, but touch the wind —
it hums
November 6, 2025 at 2:04 PM
I walk through cities made of ghosts,
their laughter carved into the stone.
The sky is bruised, the moon looks tired,
and I can’t remember what it means to go home.Every shadow whispers my name wrong,every echo sounds like goodbye.
I reach for warmth, but touch the wind —
it hums
their laughter carved into the stone.
The sky is bruised, the moon looks tired,
and I can’t remember what it means to go home.Every shadow whispers my name wrong,every echo sounds like goodbye.
I reach for warmth, but touch the wind —
it hums
And yet…
beneath the chaos,
beneath the noise and the tears and the pride,
there’s still a small voice —
tired, but alive —
whispering, you can still change.
Maybe I am the problem,
but I’m also the answer.
And tonight…
that has to be enough.
beneath the chaos,
beneath the noise and the tears and the pride,
there’s still a small voice —
tired, but alive —
whispering, you can still change.
Maybe I am the problem,
but I’m also the answer.
And tonight…
that has to be enough.
November 6, 2025 at 1:37 PM
And yet…
beneath the chaos,
beneath the noise and the tears and the pride,
there’s still a small voice —
tired, but alive —
whispering, you can still change.
Maybe I am the problem,
but I’m also the answer.
And tonight…
that has to be enough.
beneath the chaos,
beneath the noise and the tears and the pride,
there’s still a small voice —
tired, but alive —
whispering, you can still change.
Maybe I am the problem,
but I’m also the answer.
And tonight…
that has to be enough.
I say I want truth but truth terrifies me.It strips the excuses,leaves me naked in my guilt,shaking in the sound of my own voice
echoing through empty rooms.Maybe I’m the one who leaves too soon, the one who ruins good things because I don’t believe I deserve them.Maybe I wear pain like perfume
echoing through empty rooms.Maybe I’m the one who leaves too soon, the one who ruins good things because I don’t believe I deserve them.Maybe I wear pain like perfume
November 6, 2025 at 1:29 PM
I say I want truth but truth terrifies me.It strips the excuses,leaves me naked in my guilt,shaking in the sound of my own voice
echoing through empty rooms.Maybe I’m the one who leaves too soon, the one who ruins good things because I don’t believe I deserve them.Maybe I wear pain like perfume
echoing through empty rooms.Maybe I’m the one who leaves too soon, the one who ruins good things because I don’t believe I deserve them.Maybe I wear pain like perfume
I keep asking myself…
am I the problem?
Because peace never stays long enough
to learn my name.
Every time love knocks,
I open the door holding my fears like weapons —ready to defend,
ready to lose.I’ve blamed the world for breaking me, but what if it was just reflecting my own cracks?
am I the problem?
Because peace never stays long enough
to learn my name.
Every time love knocks,
I open the door holding my fears like weapons —ready to defend,
ready to lose.I’ve blamed the world for breaking me, but what if it was just reflecting my own cracks?
November 6, 2025 at 1:27 PM
I keep asking myself…
am I the problem?
Because peace never stays long enough
to learn my name.
Every time love knocks,
I open the door holding my fears like weapons —ready to defend,
ready to lose.I’ve blamed the world for breaking me, but what if it was just reflecting my own cracks?
am I the problem?
Because peace never stays long enough
to learn my name.
Every time love knocks,
I open the door holding my fears like weapons —ready to defend,
ready to lose.I’ve blamed the world for breaking me, but what if it was just reflecting my own cracks?
I’ve worn pain like a favorite shirt,
And called it fashion, called it “me.”
But truth is raw it burns, it hurts
To know I might be my own enemy.
Still… I’m learning to forgive this mirror,
To see the cracks as signs of growth.
Maybe I am part of the problem
But I’m also part of the hope.
And called it fashion, called it “me.”
But truth is raw it burns, it hurts
To know I might be my own enemy.
Still… I’m learning to forgive this mirror,
To see the cracks as signs of growth.
Maybe I am part of the problem
But I’m also part of the hope.
November 6, 2025 at 1:24 PM
I’ve worn pain like a favorite shirt,
And called it fashion, called it “me.”
But truth is raw it burns, it hurts
To know I might be my own enemy.
Still… I’m learning to forgive this mirror,
To see the cracks as signs of growth.
Maybe I am part of the problem
But I’m also part of the hope.
And called it fashion, called it “me.”
But truth is raw it burns, it hurts
To know I might be my own enemy.
Still… I’m learning to forgive this mirror,
To see the cracks as signs of growth.
Maybe I am part of the problem
But I’m also part of the hope.
Maybe I overthink the moments,
Twist kindness into hidden knives.
Maybe I’m chasing peace so loudly
That I drown out gentle lives.
People leave and I call it fate,
But maybe it’s me who walks away first.
Maybe I feed on my own mistakes,
Like hunger that can’t be reversed.
Twist kindness into hidden knives.
Maybe I’m chasing peace so loudly
That I drown out gentle lives.
People leave and I call it fate,
But maybe it’s me who walks away first.
Maybe I feed on my own mistakes,
Like hunger that can’t be reversed.
November 6, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Maybe I overthink the moments,
Twist kindness into hidden knives.
Maybe I’m chasing peace so loudly
That I drown out gentle lives.
People leave and I call it fate,
But maybe it’s me who walks away first.
Maybe I feed on my own mistakes,
Like hunger that can’t be reversed.
Twist kindness into hidden knives.
Maybe I’m chasing peace so loudly
That I drown out gentle lives.
People leave and I call it fate,
But maybe it’s me who walks away first.
Maybe I feed on my own mistakes,
Like hunger that can’t be reversed.
Sometimes I stare into the mirror
And it stares right back silent, unsure.
It doesn’t lie, it doesn’t comfort
It just wait .like it’s seen this war before.
I ask myself, am I the problem?
Is it me who breaks what could have grown?
Do I build walls out of fear and silence, then cry about being lonely
And it stares right back silent, unsure.
It doesn’t lie, it doesn’t comfort
It just wait .like it’s seen this war before.
I ask myself, am I the problem?
Is it me who breaks what could have grown?
Do I build walls out of fear and silence, then cry about being lonely
wait.like
November 6, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Sometimes I stare into the mirror
And it stares right back silent, unsure.
It doesn’t lie, it doesn’t comfort
It just wait .like it’s seen this war before.
I ask myself, am I the problem?
Is it me who breaks what could have grown?
Do I build walls out of fear and silence, then cry about being lonely
And it stares right back silent, unsure.
It doesn’t lie, it doesn’t comfort
It just wait .like it’s seen this war before.
I ask myself, am I the problem?
Is it me who breaks what could have grown?
Do I build walls out of fear and silence, then cry about being lonely
What do you do when the whole world is against you
November 6, 2025 at 11:17 AM
What do you do when the whole world is against you
I hate my life right now
November 4, 2025 at 1:33 AM
I hate my life right now
People know this and would still refuse to help like where is the humanity in you all
November 2, 2025 at 10:48 PM
People know this and would still refuse to help like where is the humanity in you all
I guess when I decide to finally end it all and leave this world everyone I have gone to for help would be happy I took my life , and I hope you all feel real good about yourselfs
November 2, 2025 at 8:41 PM
I guess when I decide to finally end it all and leave this world everyone I have gone to for help would be happy I took my life , and I hope you all feel real good about yourselfs
How can you be comfortable being my friend but not comfortable help me , I thought friends were suppose to be there for each other ,,,,, humanity can do better
November 2, 2025 at 6:58 PM
How can you be comfortable being my friend but not comfortable help me , I thought friends were suppose to be there for each other ,,,,, humanity can do better
Why is everyone so mean all I am asking is you guys to help me so I can get a job and Fend for myself , I thought we were suppose to support each other on here but now we complain of the trump government and still won’t help people who come to us for help
November 2, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Why is everyone so mean all I am asking is you guys to help me so I can get a job and Fend for myself , I thought we were suppose to support each other on here but now we complain of the trump government and still won’t help people who come to us for help
But that’s where destiny is born—
in the quiet, unseen hours,
when no one is watching
and you choose to believe anyway.
So keep creating in the dark.
Keep building in the silence.
The world will wake up one day
to what you made while they were sleeping.
.
in the quiet, unseen hours,
when no one is watching
and you choose to believe anyway.
So keep creating in the dark.
Keep building in the silence.
The world will wake up one day
to what you made while they were sleeping.
.
October 29, 2025 at 12:05 PM
But that’s where destiny is born—
in the quiet, unseen hours,
when no one is watching
and you choose to believe anyway.
So keep creating in the dark.
Keep building in the silence.
The world will wake up one day
to what you made while they were sleeping.
.
in the quiet, unseen hours,
when no one is watching
and you choose to believe anyway.
So keep creating in the dark.
Keep building in the silence.
The world will wake up one day
to what you made while they were sleeping.
.
The world is quiet at 3 a.m.
That’s when dreamers come alive.
When others are lost in rest,
you’re building futures in your mind,
sketching possibilities in silence.
It’s lonely sometimes
to care this much,
to want this deeply.
That’s when dreamers come alive.
When others are lost in rest,
you’re building futures in your mind,
sketching possibilities in silence.
It’s lonely sometimes
to care this much,
to want this deeply.
October 29, 2025 at 12:04 PM
The world is quiet at 3 a.m.
That’s when dreamers come alive.
When others are lost in rest,
you’re building futures in your mind,
sketching possibilities in silence.
It’s lonely sometimes
to care this much,
to want this deeply.
That’s when dreamers come alive.
When others are lost in rest,
you’re building futures in your mind,
sketching possibilities in silence.
It’s lonely sometimes
to care this much,
to want this deeply.
Everyone wants the dream.
Few want the cost.
You’ll lose comfort.
You’ll lose certainty.
You’ll even lose people who can’t understand your hunger.
But you’ll gain something greater
clarity.
Purpose.
Few want the cost.
You’ll lose comfort.
You’ll lose certainty.
You’ll even lose people who can’t understand your hunger.
But you’ll gain something greater
clarity.
Purpose.
October 29, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Everyone wants the dream.
Few want the cost.
You’ll lose comfort.
You’ll lose certainty.
You’ll even lose people who can’t understand your hunger.
But you’ll gain something greater
clarity.
Purpose.
Few want the cost.
You’ll lose comfort.
You’ll lose certainty.
You’ll even lose people who can’t understand your hunger.
But you’ll gain something greater
clarity.
Purpose.
Well at least I know I am alone in the world and no one got my back
October 27, 2025 at 6:25 PM
Well at least I know I am alone in the world and no one got my back
I have never felt so broken in my life
October 27, 2025 at 6:24 PM
I have never felt so broken in my life
I believe everyone one is just acting to be kind there is no true kindness out here if not for benefit it is all trade , then we claim to be a good person when you can’t even be nice to the next person and not come up with an excuse not to #SAYNOTOSUCIDE
When was the last time you were kind and human to your fellow human
October 25, 2025 at 8:42 AM
I believe everyone one is just acting to be kind there is no true kindness out here if not for benefit it is all trade , then we claim to be a good person when you can’t even be nice to the next person and not come up with an excuse not to #SAYNOTOSUCIDE
When was the last time you were kind and human to your fellow human
October 25, 2025 at 8:31 AM
When was the last time you were kind and human to your fellow human
