My Words Will Not Be Silenced: Part 1

You know what happens to people who are silent in the face of oppression?

It builds, slowly at first,

and then faster, like a disease

festering.

My dear, if you keep quiet

You’ll be trampled under the ugly feet of those who take you for granted

Known and unknown.

Speak up. Make your way through the crowds,

Because there is nothing more beautiful than knowing your worth.

There is Grace in words.

There is Grace in the way it drips from the petals of your mouth.

There is no grace in accepting your fate- accepting defeat.

God helps those who help themselves;

After all.

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khadeeja

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Fatal

You look at it

With deep fondness 

There’s an intimacy

Hard for you to confess
When it touches your lips

And you take it inside

Like you’re filling in

A part that is void
Your lips are turning grey

And the skin is losing its charm

Why is it that you can’t leave it

When it causes you the most harm
It’s now a part of you 

Which you can’t eschew

Doesn’t it give you chills

Your most beloved

Smoking kills

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These beautiful words are lended to me by an amazing author Chhavi Gupta. 

Follow me on Instagram to see her written word: @cosmopolitan_sass

Her Instagram is @bombaediaries šŸ™‚ 

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

Yes, I am definitely freaking out.

My last blog post had absolutely no activity and when I tried to search thesugarelastory.wordpress.com in google, itĀ didn’t show up.

And now I am at the verge of pulling my hair out because I changed my site address without really knowing what I did. And now I really really think I screwed up my blog.

This is not how I wanted my vacations to start.Ā 

Can Anyone Hear me? Or see my posts?Ā 

If anyone can see this post could you please comment just to let me know that it is showing up on feeds? And if any of you have any advice for me… I’m pretty desperate for it right now.

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Lots and lots of Love to all.

Scars

Round and round we go

Searching for what, who knows

We twist and turn,

We shine and burn.

We drown and we fly,

We laugh and we cry.

We do this and much, much more

Mix and match our emotions

Ride many a storm

And in the end, we hide our battle scars

Under pretty make up and flowers.

What we realize until too late

Is that the lines that mar our slate

Those gashes in our emotional state

Are to be worn with pride

And baby, we are worth

Our weight in gold and many a earth.

And then a new life emerge

A Superhero so comes forth

To show the world

That all heroes have scars.