Dear You

Dear You,

The manipulation you possess…. Oh you must be proud. You must look in the mirror and feel so empowered by the way you crush others. Deceit thy middle name. Oh, you know what you do. Skilled indeed, as you consistently deceive with no regard. On a pedestal you sat, moving us like chess pieces. A thoughtful belittling. An open embrace of never taking blame. You only wanted your dream, not one that included ours. Some admire people like you, for being so inspiring on the outside and yet so shriveled on the inside. But I see your pain. I see the hurt you possess…. But, You can’t win. You will not break us.

Thank you for revealing your truth.

I wish you well,

Ta’lor Pinkston


This poem is the response to Day 11 of #HealZone, a 31 Day Challenge, “Name Your Hurt, Defy Your Comfort Zone.”

This challenge was created by myself, Rebekah Denise, and Julia Joy.

Day 11 was not easy but I am glad I spoke these words. I am beginning to love spoken word because I am able to just say things how I feel exactly. Limited thought. Major Truth.

Let’s continue Healing Over Everything together.

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