Cinderella In Sheep’s Clothing

Calosha Gomes

  • Cinderella In Sheep’s Clothing

    I open a new tab on a new year.
    The empty space feels hopeful.
    No shade of ink, feels like an ocean with no horizon.
    I looked at the eyes before I wrote for the last few months;
    it meant something to me.
    Now, all I see is Cinderella in sheep’s clothing.
    This illusion has now been lifted.

    Not time, but letting go of everything, because none of it is mine to carry. All I can be is, be the present. Being the best, was always written on my soul. Who could have known, regret could care less?

    No love, is felt at first sight; no hate is built, on first sight. You missed a few steps. You missed adding the disrespect you may feel or the racism you ignored. Like I said, Cinderella in sheep’s clothing.

  • A Day Before The Last

    Second to the last day,
    I close my eyes
    as the water fills my lungs
    and I don’t suffer anymore.

    I breathe beneath this unbreathable,
    not so unfamiliar space.
    No longer afraid
    to be drowned in unwanted grief.

    A feeling is a feeling.
    What’s not right,
    I am leaving behind.

    It doesn’t hurt as much,
    as I keep speaking up for myself.
    As I lead with love
    and not manipulation,
    I see manipulation so clearly
    that I don’t even flinch
    when someone is committing it.

    I only speak
    with the grace I was gifted
    and am eternally grateful for.

  • Fragile

    Fragile but inner strength that can defeat all outer spaces.
    Fragile into the eyes of insecure beings, but love that takes away breath.


    Fragile body with the strongest smile and soul that breaks all borders.
    Fragile in everything that doesn’t matter, what matters protected in a box labeled, “Fragile”.


    Humble because fragile, kind because filled with love, and cares because was not cared for.
    Strong boundaries in the face of emotional manipulation.


    Won in the face of Zero emotional intelligence, absolutely insecure beings.
    Fragile because faced so much, also strong because faced so much.


    Looking at the sun, wishing for the moon.
    Looking at the past, wishing for a better future and working through a beautiful present.

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