Category: Spoken Word Poetry

INNOCENT

Posted on by Mirika C

“INNOCENT” BREAK DOWN: The female in this poem is attempting to ignore and even tolerate her demons that speak in her head, but she grows fed up and kills one dead. She’s now won, but that was only for that day. Pray for those with mental illness. I killed her. She came to me one […]

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Her Name Was Poor

Sometimes depression is so hidden behind the masks of wealth, rule, poise, and popularity that only God can see it.  May the LORD restore those who have broken souls, and may the monetarily wealthy never believe that their riches are their root to happiness when it can be quite the opposite as time and lost […]

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I’M NOT SORRY

“I’m Not Sorry” is about not becoming something untrue just because someone wants you to dance, or live, on a foundation of lies strangers have cemented for you.  It’s about being proud of not caving and trading your honor for dishonor and cash…and having no regrets.  Thank you for listening. — Mirika Go ahead and […]

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NOT SPOON-FED

She was fed with a fork.  Never could get her soup from the bowl, and there were no straws to hold the nutrients inside while she tried to suck it all up. This was her life, hoping to climb, but the trees never had limbs, mountains were too smooth, and even when she went to the beach, the […]

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PITY ANN FOOL (Let Me Tell You Her Story)

Posted on by Mirika C

  She thought he loved her.  He would send her flowers and call her every hour, and in the minutes before the next, she would flex…tell everyone how good he tended to be, make them sit and barely listen to her long, love story because she would tell it every time she felt the need […]

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TICK TOCK NON-STOP

Posted on by Mirika C

(I just got stressed out, so I wrote this poem to soothe myself momentarily. Writing on three things at once can become chaos mentally.  It sounds counterproductive to write to relieve stress from writing.  However, it’s not.  I feel better just writing about it.   I thank God I can.  I love to pray, and […]

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Unlikeable

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Unlikeable by Mirika Mayo Cornelius

There are no two ways to spell it. I’m what you call unlikeable because I speak my mind all the time, and whenever I try and hold it back, it comes to the roof of my mouth and then to the tip of my tongue, freedom breaks the chains of my internal structure, and it […]

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Conditioning

Posted on by Mirika C

  I don’t want to lose myself.  I don’t want to lose anything about me, just because of all the mockery.  I love the way my neck grows as far up from my shoulders as it possibly can grow, and I adore the way my lips form succulent pillows.  Sure, everything about me is long […]

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The Suffocation

  No matter how much I try to hold my head up high, I’m suffocating.  At first, it seemed tolerable.  If I could just make it to another breath, if my muscles would just stretch.  Contraction shouldn’t be this hard, and all this pain I shouldn’t have to disregard.  I just want to live.  Instead, […]

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