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SNAPPING LIKE AN EMOTIONAL ELASTIC BAND

  THIS IS MY VERSION OF SAYING SOMEONE'S BASICALLY KICKING OFF WHICH IS A MUCH BETTER VERSION IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF. ANYWAY IT'S JUST A WAY OF SOMEONE GETTING RILED UP OR MAYBE YOU DO IT UNTIL YOU FIND THIS THING CALLED A BREAKING POINT AND THEN ALL YOUR SANITY GOES OUT THE WINDOW AND YOU SNAP LIKE AN ELASTIC BAND IT'S BEEN KNOWN TO HAPPEN I'VE EXPERIENCED IT FIRST HAND. BUT ENOUGH OF THE PERSONAL  SO YOU'RE PROBABLY THINKING WHY DID I GIVE IT A FANCY TERM WHICH IS SO LONG AND WORDY WELL MY ANSWER TO THAT IS BECAUSE IT'S ORIGINAL AND IT'S A GENIUS IDEA THAT WAS CREATED IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT. SECONDLY I WAS LOOKING FOR MORE WORDS OF WISDOM TO WRITE SO Y'ALL WOULD BE HOOKED ONCE AGAIN. I JUST THINK THAT EVERYONE SNAPS LIKE AN EMOTIONAL ELASTIC BAND BECAUSE THEY DON'T REALLY WANNA GET TESTED AND THE MORE YOU TEST THEM THEY GET VEXED AND THEN THIS WHOLE DAM OF STRESS AND OTHER STUFF COMES POURING OUT IT'S LIKE SOMEONE'S POURING OUT THEIR EMOT...

Poetry

  Silenced Why is my voice turned into a silent meow? I don’t know Why can’t it be a roar just like a lioness? Because it’s disrespectful to raise your voice and opinions There’s no room for democracy in your monochrome world There’s only room for silence A tense suffocating silence that wasn’t meant to be there I used to have this beautiful voice that could bounce off the walls like an echo. It caused an encore But now it’s turned to dust that settles on the ground Why should my voice be low and even? It needs to be loud and proud like the lines of a song on a summers day But it’s not like that anymore You think silence is golden I think   it’s closing in on me like the walls of a prison Shouldn’t my views and opinions be heard? You think not, well I’m saying yes please I deserve to be seen and heard     Your disappointment in me   Expectation I’m never going to live up to expectations that you create I’m ...

Walking Away from Convos

  IT'S PERFECTLY OKAY TO WALK AWAY FROM PEOPLE WHEN YOU'RE FEELING STRESSED OUT BECAUSE THESE CONVOS CAN GET INTENSE AND THEY TAKE AWAY THAT LITTLE BIT OF HAPPINESS THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU KEPT HOLDING ONTO. WELL IF YOU'RE FEELING LIKE YOU'RE GONNA EXPLODE WITH ALL THE STRESS THAT'S MAKING YOU WISH THAT THE GROUND WOULD OPEN UP AND SWALLOW YOU UP BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR PEOPLE UNTIL THEY POINT OUT YOUR IMPERFECTIONS BECAUSE YOUR PERSONALITY ISN'T MEETING SOMEONE'S EXPECTATION OF PERFECTION UNTIL THEY'RE TELLING YOU YOU'RE A DISAPPOINTMENT BECAUSE YOU CAN'T TAKE THE HEAT. INFACT THESE CONVERSATIONS MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE BURSTING INTO FLAMES BECAUSE EVERYONE SEES YOU AS A CHILD WHEN YOU'RE A SPECIAL PERSON THAT DOESN'T FIT INTO PEOPLE'S MOULDS OF PERFECTION BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT A EMOTIONLESS ROBOT LIKE THE REST OF YOUR PERFECT OLDER SIBLING.  ANYWAY ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLING I'M GONNA LET YOU GUYS SIT BACK AND RELA...

PEOPLE ADVISING YOU IN THE FORM OF A LECTURE

  I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A WHILE BECAUSE I'VE BEEN TAKIN' A BACKSEAT ON WRITING TO OBSERVE AND GET MORE INTEL FOR YOU GUYS SO I CAN PUT SOME NEW STUFF TO THE TABLE. ANYWAY CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS WERE OK AND THAT'S A SHITTY WAY TO DESCRIBE IT CUZ THEY'RE MEANT TO BE FUN AND STRESS FREE BUT THEY WEREN'T BECAUSE I WAS PUT THROUGH THE WRINGER OF LECTURES AND THIS WAS STRESSFUL BECAUSE I WAS DOING AN ASSIGNMENT AND ON THE LAST DAY BEFORE THE DEADLINE I SUBMITTED THE WRONG THING WHICH CAUSED ME A LOT OF STRESS. ENOUGH ABOUT ME GUYS I'M GONNA TAKE YOU BACK TO THE GENERALISATION OF IT ALL SO GUYS JUST SIT BACK AND RELAX WHILE READING THIS SO WHERE EVER YOU ARE READING THIS FROM JUST KNOW THAT I'M GONNA BLOW YOUR MIND WITH THESE WORDS OF ADVICE 'WHEN THEY LECTURE YOU DON'T FORGET TO BACK YOURSELF UP EVEN IF YOU'RE CRYING JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE AN AMAZING PERSON AT THE END OF THE DAY AND PEOPLE DON'T WANNA SEE HOW BRIGHT YOU SHINE AT THE END OF TH...

Instagramable Poetry

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  The Prodigy Hours of blood sweat and tears poured into it Words on the page of the magazine You made me famous All the lights in the city flashing like a camera taking my picture A collaboration of brown people’s work coming together It’s all written from the heart and soul It’s representing the voices of South Asians across the globe A real life prodigy walking down the red carpet of the graphic design world Talking about real life issues that we’re facing everyday The pages are filled with raw passion that lights a room up in flames So take a moment to pull out your phones and check out @juicedroplet  

Poem that got featured in juice's magazine

                          “What does it mean to be Brown?” Nabilah Patel Skin colour doesn’t need to define me as a person, I am a person who needs some respect and some TLC now and then. People in the world will ‘Judge a book by a cover,’ They don’t take the time to get to know me as a person, They just take one look at your skin and wonder, ‘what’s she got going for her?’  There’s much more when you rip away the layers of pretence and apprehension that will get me out of my shell.  So, ladies and gents, what does it mean to be brown?  It means power, pride and beauty.  What makes us passionate about the things we value, Our thoughts and opinions. Our voices are so loud it’s like a lioness is roaring super loudly.  Sometimes people will want to shut this roar down to a little ‘meow,’ This cannot be tolerated. Brown people can feel that li...

To A Special Person

  What My 14 year old Niece Taught Me. That no matter what body weight I am it doesn’t matter. That she loves me even though she’s moved halfway across the world to Malaysia. That we’ll always have each other. That through hard times we’ll always talk about the things that are bothering us. That the advice and banter she provides me with will always put a smile on my face. That she’s the one I can confide in all the time when I get in sticky situations with people. That the time difference keeps us apart. That we’ll always remember the good times we’ve shared when she was in the UK. That she’ll never ever get tired of me. That loud voice that cracks all the windows when she sings. That crazy hyperactive vibe that will always make me have fun. That theres always a shoulder to cry on. That there’s always an ear to listen to all my worries and complaints. That   the banter never dies even when she’s at war with my cousin. That the voicenotes that we’...