poem
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Some days she comes like tidal wavesWashing over meWave after wavePulling me under Making my so bones heavyThat I can not stand on my own My walk too shaky Voice too meekForcing me to lean on thoseWho will never understand itI wish she would just take meL’appel du videEven though I know she won’tI still…
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I watch the clouds blow inAnd I think of youHow beautiful you would make such a simple thingI wish it wasn’t like thisI know the fault lies with meIts justThings for me aren’t like they are for everybody elseI carry the shame of a woman I hateAs well as my ownIt’s so heavyAnd I don’t…
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When people first meet me,They LOVE me.Oh, how they love me.My hungry eyes feed their starving souls.causing them to beg for more and more,and more.That is, until….The dark starts seeping onto them.Permeating their clothes,Soaking their insides.And then…..They stay too long.Only to drown from my tears,When I had told them to go.
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I make a bouquet from my garden Everyday for my grandmother. No one knows that but me. And now you too.
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My son met a girl just like me.Its a thing they say.Like me, she has long dark hair,Intense brown eyes.Even our birthdays,just mere days apart.Our childhoods mirrored each other. We shared the same pain,Afflicted on us by those who were meant to protect us.Forced to grow up starving. Thinking hunger was in our nature.We know…
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My back hurts.Hands are restless.Watching the people with their dead eyes.White picket fences.Pigs waiting to be slaughtered.Programmed by greed and ignorance.When will you see?We are bombing children!Billionaire men are fucking them!The water is poisoned.The air is thick.Stop driving.Stop working.Just STOP.I’m made to sit quiet.And bleed,And suffer,Hambre de alma.The tortured soul.Broken by those who were meant…
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The waking is the hardest partWake up! Its morning again.Feel the dread,of who you might upset today.Even though you are trying.So hard.So, so hard.But you won’t ever be able to do it.They broke you, remember?You’re not like them.You won’t ever be.And the people who broke you don’t care.Nor will they ever.As if existing wasn’t lonely…
