Werden 

Werden- to become ❤️

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Becoming 


It will hurt. 

It will be a burden. 

It will pain your bones to 

carry your thoughts 

-it will lessen 

You will endure 

You will survive 

Bent is not broken 

– It’s okay to have been numb 

But you’re alive 

And you’re fighting 

And you will

Become 

-y 

Blood Music 

I knew a man with laughing eyes 

Who thought the world could sing 

And in keeping with his philosophy 

He did everything 

He could, to make even the mute cry 

The seeing would go blind, not to see 

The songs people sang to for him 

Scarred their voices permanently

I knew that man with laughing eyes 

Too well, oh 

Too well 

And if only I could sing again 

Oh, the tales I would tell

But I left him, to his bone music 

Not far but far enough behind 

And ran into another man, headlong 

Who’d been waiting for me some time 

And he didn’t mind, my grave like eyes 

And the blood music in my head 

He’d learnt from a girl with laughing eyes 

That it’s better to have ones that are dead 

Now this man with dead eyes holds my hand 

And my lifeless ones sparkle too 

And it doesn’t matter, that we don’t sing out loud 

Because we have hearts that do 

© yusra 

18.06.2017 

Women Like Me 

Women like me,

Make men realize 

That their dreams don’t belong 

Only in their eyes 

That their shoulders are broad enough

For the weight of the world 

And the reduction of all their principle 

Lies in just their word 

That the sky is theirs 

And all this earth 

We make men keenly aware 

Of every inch of their self worth 

We are not statues, but pillars 

We are not decoration

We are not conquest, but glory 

We require dedication 

And we pay you back in blood 

In all of our love 

Women like me are made from your rib

But we hold your spine up. 
And if you can’t appreciate a woman

Who could wither your universe to bits 

If you insist on looking at greatness 

And lingering on the span of its tits 

Then I have already moved past you 

It’s not worth my time, you won’t see 

That I want you on your knees, and 

I’ll nurture you on mine, simultaneously

if you really deserved

A woman like me 
©Yusra

05.06.2017 

Silent acquiescence? I think not, darling…. ❤️

Remember- You. 


Do you know how delicately you have been crafted? Your arteries, your capillaries, your mind is a work of art. A man spending his entire life fitting these parts in, couldn’t do it. You are flesh covering bone, ligaments holding our grimaces and smiles in place, tendons straining and joints popping as we devour the miles of the day under our feet. You are men with a meter wide stride, and yet you have conquered oceans. You are the vessel of years of education from the people who birthed you and taught you or abandoned you, and behind those words and between those lines sleep the instincts of a million years of progressing from hunting to gathering. You are the color of your skin. You are the purple you have painted your nails and the white of your flashing teeth, and the histories of the years you have lived, the memories of those you haven’t, silently lurking within reach. You are the culmination of a lifetime of decisions. You conquer mountains and ocean trenches are are still capable of being crushed between moving rocks, as you are of not surviving a few blood cells stuck in the wrong direction. You are beautiful, with your crooked teeth, your eyes that crinkle when you smile, and your bronzed cheekbones. With your faults and your fierceness, your mistakes, your experience, your endurance and your flawed wisdom, you are beautiful. You are strong, and your fragile. Love yourself for it- for all of it.