Leave Some Room


A good amount of energy going into things that may show out to be pointless

I’m saying, what is the point if the pencil is not sharp?

Because when I speak to you, not even like a dart board does it hit the middle

Seems like you just couldn’t catch the point.

Furthermore,

The angel on my right shoulder would never steer me left, she asks me to give the benefit of the doubt but you can add color only so many times until you taint the original picture once expressed,

Now it’s paint splatter, mind matter all over

The paint brush and canvas that was once clean is no longer comparable to your dream once dreamt

Love has strained you to utilize other colors to show and tell fear as well as divergence cause some of us won’t believe it until we see it

Don’t blame us, it is how we’ve been molded

To where we not only want but need to feel movement, need to see improvement, in loves order to see that the person who is beside us can do it, without the gimmicks

Pursuing a cold heart will only kill a bold soul.

Today, if you attain the willpower,

Knock down the walls you’ve built to be sky scrapers,

Have you ever stopped to consider if you’re a giver or a taker?

Well, if not I’ll let you marinate in the thought

My girl Jasmine told me it ain’t a piece of writing ’til the truth begins to leak

So until next time, make sure you leave food on the table for other loved ones to eat

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One thought on “Leave Some Room

  1. As always, Giselle, I’ll be honest with you: For whatever reason currently unknown to me, I didn’t see this as a poem when I first read it … maybe a couple of months ago. Yet, certain parts of this piece stuck with me. Such as, the stanza that reads: “To where we not only want but need to feel movement, need to see improvement, in loves order to see that the person who is beside us can do it, without the gimmicks …” [That part is what caused me to come back and give another reading to the piece. Glad I did. It is well written, meaningful, poetry, and by the way, the line that reads: “You can add color only so many times until you taint the original picture once expressed …” [That is what happened to a painting that an uncle of mine worked on all his life. He just kept adding paint, never adding anything to the picture itself, just adding paint until the picture became a glob of paint, and deep down, I believe he just didn’t want to begin another painting because he lacked the necessary confidence. Keep writing, G …

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