she really is my absolute favourite poet. she wraps emotion around every single word. i want nothing but kind and warm and wholesome things to follow her for the rest of her life.
"my mother will tell you that I was a quiet child I will tell you that I was born screaming and everyone looked away I once went 119 on the highway and no one stopped me I once dug my name into my thigh and no one bothered to pronounce it I once called my body sand, line drawn with a razor and no one crossed it that kind of invisible can make a girl disappear into any mouth I have spent years dreaming of a girlhood with my lips not stitched into a seam imagine if my mother could say she loved me without looking away if my father knew my phone number if there was never a boy burying my face in the hardwood I would be anchored to resentment if I did not let time take hold of memory witness me, look at the girl I was, look at the me I am here me say I forgive you mother for all the years you could not see me searching for a quieter life, no children to hold to your breast I forgive you father even though you are a language I do not speak I forgive you boy who found me weeks after the ambulance did I forgive you loves that did not love me back I forgive you my love for each night your thrash inside the darkness of your head, drag yourself across the rocks of memory I forgive you self for all the years I could not love you this is the most resounding work song, to say I forgive you I forgive you and when I do not, I forgive myself for that too when I wake with the past wrapped around my throat, I forgive myself for that too take my filthy name, let me call myself bird, let me call myself one hundred days of laughter, call myself ice-cream on the porch despite the hot day, call myself the sweet insides of a strawberry, let me call myself girl let me name myself for all the women I could have been tighten my eyes, lay my body warm, flat in the dirt I plant my baby teeth like seeds and up grows a girl that can lay in the sun where no man will touch her each hole I dig I whisper I’m alive still and isn’t that more than what I was supposed to be each hold I dig and I whisper I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, until it is true” ur welcome :)
I bought Desiree's book "Sink" almost as soon as it came out and have read it time and again. In addition to sharing Desiree's videos with my daughter over the years, I recently bestowed "Sink" upon her and flipped to this poem (which is the last one of almost 80 poems) and I wish I'd videoed her reading this for the first time. She was crying. I was crying. It was absolutely beautiful. Thank you, Desiree. You inspire us all. Keep it up.
I listen to this poem every time I drag myself against the rocks of memory. Every time it feels like I can’t forgive myself for wounds I didn’t inflict. This poem is my mantra. My cry. Thank you for this.
I can be stuck in an emotional rut for months, but as soon as I hear a new poem by Miss Dallagiacomo it's like every feeling I've been ignoring hits me at once. It's like no one else in the world. Thank you.
I just took a valium for anxiety, but this poem cured me like no medicine could. It relaxed me more than my medication. Life is strange. But maybe it's quite simple.
Those words are so moving and powerful. I shared this with my two teen girls. We were moved to tears. This hit so many emotions I carry with me and I will forgive 💖.
This one gives me goosebumps like CRAZY!!!.....I always come across a video on @ButtonPoetry that I relate too like, “SO MUCH!”. I reply stating so, yet SOME HOW another video gets posted that, “DESCRIBES MY LIFE IN EVERY WAY!” I love it.
Getting that crater in the chest, scared to breathe hairs raised in understanding feeling. thank you, this feels more seen then years of therapy or no therapy or naming of past events.
How dare those two people who disliked this. You disgust me. This is amazingly honest and beautiful. She is is pouring her soul into that microphone. How dare you
i so love button poetry , its inspired me to start my own spoken word poetry channel @ 78th psalmist. i would appreciate your support. thanks you all. indeed poetry is not dead
“I am alive and that is more than I was supposed to be”
she really is my absolute favourite poet. she wraps emotion around every single word. i want nothing but kind and warm and wholesome things to follow her for the rest of her life.
i call this "dark" poetry... i love it
"my mother will tell you that I was a quiet child
I will tell you that I was born screaming and everyone looked away
I once went 119 on the highway and no one stopped me
I once dug my name into my thigh and no one bothered to pronounce it
I once called my body sand, line drawn with a razor and no one crossed it
that kind of invisible can make a girl disappear into any mouth
I have spent years dreaming of a girlhood with my lips not stitched into a seam
imagine if my mother could say she loved me without looking away
if my father knew my phone number
if there was never a boy burying my face in the hardwood
I would be anchored to resentment if I did not let time take hold of memory
witness me, look at the girl I was, look at the me I am
here me say I forgive you mother for all the years you could not see me
searching for a quieter life, no children to hold to your breast
I forgive you father even though you are a language I do not speak
I forgive you boy who found me weeks after the ambulance did
I forgive you loves that did not love me back
I forgive you my love for each night your thrash inside the darkness of your head, drag yourself across the rocks of memory
I forgive you self for all the years I could not love you
this is the most resounding work song, to say I forgive you
I forgive you and when I do not, I forgive myself for that too
when I wake with the past wrapped around my throat, I forgive myself for that too
take my filthy name, let me call myself bird, let me call myself one hundred days of laughter, call myself ice-cream on the porch despite the hot day, call myself the sweet insides of a strawberry, let me call myself girl
let me name myself for all the women I could have been
tighten my eyes, lay my body warm, flat in the dirt
I plant my baby teeth like seeds and up grows a girl
that can lay in the sun where no man will touch her
each hole I dig I whisper I’m alive still and isn’t that more than what I was supposed to be
each hold I dig and I whisper I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you, until it is true”
ur welcome :)
THANK YOU!!
I bought Desiree's book "Sink" almost as soon as it came out and have read it time and again. In addition to sharing Desiree's videos with my daughter over the years, I recently bestowed "Sink" upon her and flipped to this poem (which is the last one of almost 80 poems) and I wish I'd videoed her reading this for the first time. She was crying. I was crying. It was absolutely beautiful. Thank you, Desiree. You inspire us all. Keep it up.
I love her voice and I love this message. Forgiveness is key. I forgive you self💘
"Let me name myself for all the women I could have been"
I listen to this poem every time I drag myself against the rocks of memory. Every time it feels like I can’t forgive myself for wounds I didn’t inflict. This poem is my mantra. My cry. Thank you for this.
Wow, goosebumps everywhere.
This was a poem I should’ve written
I can be stuck in an emotional rut for months, but as soon as I hear a new poem by Miss Dallagiacomo it's like every feeling I've been ignoring hits me at once. It's like no one else in the world. Thank you.
Côme to m'y channel please
Her words give me life
Desireé never fails to touch my heart with her words. Very thankful for her poetry.
This. This. This is all I needed. Thank you.
her words filled with this emotional warfare within.... seeks to be free of all😊😭😭🙌
Have to come back to this every so often
I can't stop listening to her, I think maybe I won't stop listening to this..."until it is true."
I just took a valium for anxiety, but this poem cured me like no medicine could. It relaxed me more than my medication. Life is strange. But maybe it's quite simple.
I love Desiree. She’s such an amazing poet! Her poem also invoke strong feelings.
Hiii
Been trying to forgive my own distant parents for a whole. This was so lovely and very much needed 💕
love it. it's like she read my thoughts and put them on paper. especially the line about my mother and father
In tears! Wow
Thank you for sharing, rewatching in 3,2...
Hi..visite me
Lol right same.
Those words are so moving and powerful. I shared this with my two teen girls. We were moved to tears. This hit so many emotions I carry with me and I will forgive 💖.
Can’t believe I got to go to a workshop facilitated by her!!!! 😌
Words can’t express how deeply this poem has touched my heart ❤️
No one has ever touched me like desi ♥️
So beautiful and needed...
I can feel it!
Loved this. Classy and no need to be shouted. Just spoken word at it’s finest
Thinking about this one a lot lately
This could not be more beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us. I know it's not easy - but it is so worth it. Much love. ❤
I loved this so much. This was so amazing.
This speaks my soul. 😭❤💙 I forgive me.
🌼🌹🌸
This one gives me goosebumps like CRAZY!!!.....I always come across a video on @ButtonPoetry that I relate too like, “SO MUCH!”. I reply stating so, yet SOME HOW another video gets posted that, “DESCRIBES MY LIFE IN EVERY WAY!”
I love it.
beautiful.
She is my new favorite.
Same. Why isnt she more famous??
Getting that crater in the chest, scared to breathe hairs raised in understanding feeling. thank you, this feels more seen then years of therapy or no therapy or naming of past events.
I felt this in my soul♥️
I forgive you for crying to this
Incredibly beautiful
this is a gorgeous poem
This is therapy.
I love this 💟
very moving..powerful voice📢
Wow. Beautiful.
i love her i love her i love her such a wonderful person
Beautiful.🌻💛
Amazing.🙏
Wowww
How dare those two people who disliked this. You disgust me.
This is amazingly honest and beautiful. She is is pouring her soul into that microphone. How dare you
11 person to dislike the video
Oh yeah I got 12th dislike
😭😭😭😭😭😭
Just wow
AMAZING 😥♥️🙏🏻
You pass so well my love
That time you understanding a poem the first time you hear it.
Speaking directly to me
i so love button poetry , its inspired me to start my own spoken word poetry channel @ 78th psalmist.
i would appreciate your support. thanks you all. indeed poetry is not dead
Wow
Damn!!!
❤❤❤💛💛💛💚💚💚
until it is true...
WHO DIS ONE DISLIKER?????? I swear I'm gonna find these people one day and give them something to hate.
Usually dont like slam poetry because the fake emotion, but this is okay
I plant my baby teeth like seeds and up grows a girl