I spent forty years
Trying to fit myself
Into neat, tiny, little boxes
For society's sake.
I wasn't just Samantha.
I was—
Samantha, the career woman.
Samantha, the autistic woman.
Samantha, the single woman.
Samantha, the beautiful woman.
Samantha, the mediocre woman.
I was a
Fat woman.
A get healthy woman.
That McDonald's chick.
That spinach-loving freak.
I wore these costumes
Stitched too tight.
I was the aunt.
The baby sister.
The daughter.
The granddaughter.
The niece.
The cousin.
The friend.
The enemy.
The lover.
Every role handed to me,
like womanhood was a checklist.
As if my worth was only real,
When it had a name to it.
But underneath these skin-tight costumes,
there's just me—
a woman who will return to stardust one day.
And be nothing.
But time and space.
Whiskers By: Samantha Jean Tate
Oh, what a lucky dawn!
I woke up.
I felt a silken thread—
a whisker,
Sassy's quiet blessing,
a secret charm
left behind.
Today shimmers
It's a magical day
because of this sacred omen
my cat left behind
on the Virgo new moon.
Stability
By: Samantha Jean Tate
I did it.
I finally reached mental stability.
I'm getting a good night's sleep.
I have tons of energy
For the things and people in my life.
I'm no longer combative.
Or afraid.
Or hopeless.
For once, I feel the future is
Bright.
Stability sounds quiet
You can hear a pin drop.
Stability feels tranquil
It's peaceful
You're able to think
You're able to process emotions
Stability feels so much better
Than the pure chaos of mania
Or the depressive rabbit hole in your heart.
I like it here.
I think I'll stay.
Life
By: Samantha Jean Tate
Life goes by like a flash.
It's so tragic seeing
your dad
Once strong, loud, and jovial
become weak, meek, and quiet.
Life goes by in an instant.
One day you're being carried in
powerful arms,
feeling happy and protected.
The next, you're carrying yourself
feeling powerless and hopeless.
Life flickers like a candle.
Bright,
fragile,
and gone too soon.
He shattered like glass.
leaving sharp edges behind
and a hole in my heart.
I'm Not Just a Tarot Card Reader...
By: Samantha Jean Tate
I'm not just a tarot card reader...
I'm a healer with my words.
I'm not just a tarot card reader...
I'm a mystic who sees beyond patterns.
I'm not just a tarot card reader...
I'm a poet who guides you through my lyrics.
I'm not just a tarot card reader,
I'm a friend, an enemy, a lover,
a sinner, a saint.
I'm all that...
and more.
I'm Lucky I Have Me
By: Samantha Jean Tate
I'm lucky I have me.
You were. such. a. dolt.
You thought you were my savior.
But yet, you were just another number.
I'm lucky I have me, and not you.
Your girl in New York probably saw
the snake that you are by now.
You're probably still living in Flint,
alone with your dick.
I'm lucky I have me,
she consoled me through the tears
through the doubt
and through my 30s.
Now I look back,
I can barely picture your face,
Your voice is out of my head.
I'm still out here writing,
No matter what anyone says to me.
I'm lucky I have me,
I'm more to me than you'll ever be!
Vienna Doesn't Wait By: Samantha Jean Tate
Vienna doesn't wait.
She's got places to go,
People to see,
Food to eat,
Men to love.
Vienna doesn't wait,
Things have to be done
Before we play.
No time for a rest,
Gotta make the most
Of today.
So no, Billy Joel,
Vienna doesn't wait.
Instead it hurries,
With the shorter days
And long nights.
He's My Rock
By: Samantha Jean Tate Dedicated to Justin
Even when I am angry
I still run to him
When there is something bad
Or good
He is the calm in the chaos
My voice of reason.
Even when I have had it up to here,
I still run to him
Like I never even left.
Because he is the only comfort
I know
He is the lighthouse
In the middle of the sea
For the ship seeking home.
He unconditionally loves me
Despite our differences.
He's a friend first, a lover second.
I guess a part of me still loves him
And I always will
But for now, he's my rock
In these heavy times.
No one soothes me like he does
No one sees me like him
No one gets me like he does
No one understands like him.
He's my rock
Forever more.
The Way He Calls Me "Babe"
By: Samantha Jean Tate
Dedicated to Justin
The way he calls me babe
Makes me feel like
Everything will be alright.
Like sunshine and a rainbow
After a thunderstorm.
The way he calls me babe
Makes me feel like
He cares.
I swear he cares,
Like a pup waiting by the door.
The way he calls me babe
I just adore it.
But I am forever his babe
And nothing more.
More Than a Canvas
By: Samantha Jean Tate
I'm not someone that inspires an artist
To paint me naked on his canvas
Or a poet to write a love sonnet
Of our heartbreaks and passion.
I'm someone who says you'll be okay
After a harsh storm
Or goes out to eat pizza
And share a slice.
I'm the someone who will laugh at your jokes
And clown it up with you
Someone who will lay on your chest
Comforting you in the middle of the night.
I'm a love worth waiting for
A love to know
A love to catch
And a love that is immortal
Unlike naked bodies
That will wither away with age
Or a beautiful face
That gets wrinkles at 50.
I am a love that deserves to be protected.
To be cherished,
And held in your arms.
So tell me a tradition you have during the holidays. And while you're at it, which poem of mine did you like the best? What was your favorite line! I want to hear from you!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
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