Pretty in Pearls

she seems, easy to comprehend but, her ink resembles, flowers within each. imprint lies, her struggles, she resembles an angel, yet her eyes show pain her finger nails smell of marijuana, her teeth, rotted from meth, she resembles a beauty queen, if she only keeps her mouth shut, she hides behind her MAC makeup, which covers up the lesions on her skin, the black circles around her eyes, her pearls, are a gift from her mother, she refuses to let the drug, take from her, everything else is gone to the drug, as she sits on the floor of the hotel bathroom she lights a Newport, grabs her Prada purse lays it on the floor she, empties it all on the ground to trying to find some extra change. a make up bag, a broken iphone, a wallet, 2 dollars and 1o cents is all that's left she hasn't has her fix in days, she becoming more anxious by the minute, she cant sit still she's . just lost her job to this addiction , her drug dealer boyfriend, cant keep supplying her overwhelming habit so he left.. she has nothing, she has to make some kind of decisions, she cant take the pain, without any hesitations, she arises, runs a cold shower, washing every part of her beautiful body, trying not to look at her lesions she, gets out quickly , she looks at her self in the mirror, and watches as a tear sheds from her eye, she begins to apply her make up a lil extra then usual.. she slips on a black wig, she once used.. she finds a dress, somewhere in mess of clothes, and food bags in the hotel room, black yet short she slips it on slowly, she slips on her heels, grabs her prada bag and picks up the hotel key off the night stand..before she leaves she kisses her pearls and shuts the door, she walks down to the strip looking terrified, she didn't belong there. she stops at Eighth and Fremont its 11:11 she needs a wish, she realizes she not the only out there , she walks up an down the street, lifting up her skirt ... a man slowly creeps up to her in his honda then stops, he's chubby yet not fat bald but still has some hair, he smells of whisky and tobacco tipsy but not drunk he tells her to get it in she does with ease, they slowly go down the corner, they negotiate a price, he wants everything, shes willing do anything to get her fix she agrees, as he leads her to the back seat, he caresses her thigh, then slowly begins to kiss her, she being in different mind state pays him no attention, he begins, to undress her, and undress him self also.. he begins to penetrate her, she felt nothing, mentally.. it lasted for only 4 mins, after they finished, she asked for her money laying in the backseat naked while he is laying on her left boob, tired as if he did some kind of 1o hour sex marathon, he lifts his head, and tells her im not finished, her being furious and already on edge she, yells, he slaps her. she try to fight back, he begins to choke her, holding on to her necklace, and her throat at the same time.. black mascara tears roll down her face, she cant scream, she cant breath, struggling to get away, she cant, he strikes her once more , and chokes her out until her dead body is purple in blue, being afraid an nervous , he drives her naked body to near dumpster, before throwing her in . he noticed the beautiful pearls, he rips them off her dead body.. grabs her quickly and just tosses her into the dumpster right along with her prada purse, he speeds off later giving the beautiful pears to his wife. she's been erased..she's lost her, mothers pearls to the drug, but also lost her life, her beauty didn't define her, the drugs did..

Beautiful Scars

The beauty of her was her innocence, her smile , being amused by barbies, swinging her long pigtails.. her father was the only man she loved. her mother was her everything.. they took her innocence away from her like a broken toy she loved so much ..without a warning the beauty of her being a child was gone, so she had to grow up , she became an adult at 10, she grew boobs at 12, she started her period way to early, mentally immature physically grown, while 16 and 17 years old's are losing there virginity because of puppy love , she's been ahead by years not because she wanted to.. she's wiped an older mans sweat off of her at 7, a grown man, caressing her undeveloped body, not yet producing sperm, she's afraid her body tenses, she cant even fathom whats going on all she knows is that it hurts, she closes her eyes, as if she not there, dreaming of cotton candy, mommy, playing and laughing. Her tears go unnoticed baby girl was beautiful, even at her worse , shaking when he came around, never wanting to speak of it, because it was to painful. this women has grown she's beautiful tho scared, from being hurt in her past, her beauty is just not outside it comes from within, strong enough to, be in relationship to love to, being able have someone touch her sexually, with out her body tensing up as she once did, she no longer thinks that what she's been through as, painful more like a life lesson, these beautiful scars made her..they've made her smile, made her happy.. she doesn't make excuses for what happen.. she's comfortable in her own skin..embraces her
beautiful scars and all...




.I wrote this because of someone who inspired me, as beautiful as she is and all she's been through i wrote it because of her, i want her to know she's appreciated.. i will forever respect her and no matter what . I look up to her as strong women not afraid to tell her story and be and existing women who has made it though an can smile, Mikkia i respect you not only for what you've seen but for who you are.. :) Your Beautiful inside and out.. _Uniquesoul

Battlefield

Fighting in this battlefield alone in my mind ,physically im claustrophobic ...they categorize me as weak because my heart can take much pain, who to blame, its so much more to it then what meets the eye , the war has started and the guns are drawn, do i fold or do i participate, pretending im not afraid, its unbearable you can see it in my face, feel it in my voice, my palms become sweaty understand i want nothing but, victory... easy never, scared sometimes.. i look deep into my self, an release !! ..its a battle within, the depths of me, ive lost the true essence of me, inside of others, and different feelings, there can only be one winner... Uniqueflow vs Uniquesoul.

We Crucified Them

They Crucified them for their expression to stay sane, they called them crazy so it seemed they were inhumane, what made them any different, was it the fact that life hit harder or the fact that they fallen and cant get up, i cant say agree with the choices they made, but they found, substance to .. wipe the pain away for awhile, tho it controlled their life who am I to judge, ive seekeed for something to, numb my pain before does it make me, sick does it make me crazy, to confide in something, you know could kill you, is the risk it took ... to leave this horrible feeling be that as it may it broke up families, shattered love, ripped clothes, deteriorate teeth, lost of souls..we've all wanted to take away the pain at some point time, so why must we crucify those, who made there dreams a reality.