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Queen Z Oct 2020
I went to a park,
That eve was dark.

A girl was crying, I saw
But in red dress, She was wow!

Reason of pain, wanted to ask
Seemed like God has given me this task.

Tears was continuously rolling down,
She was looking beautiful in red gown.

I walked to her,
She was in little fear.

After two days, she had been murdered,
And shameful matter was  *****.

Officers started investing,
Upcoming news was more shocking.

Her brother was the prime suspect,
In India,for girls left no respect.

Finally officers got the culprit,
Own father was her ******.

Since years her father was ******,
O God! With girls what is happening...
leyana Jul 2019
I made mistakes
Then people call me fake

I do things to make them happy
In the end they'll laugh behind my back

They call me many things
But, there's one thing that keeps ringing

I am a nobody
Just an invisible person
Poetress2 Apr 2019
After the nightly news,
she faces the ***** wall;
She ***** her wrinkled thumb,
as she curls up in a ball.
~
She knows what's soon to come,
it happens every night;
When the nightly news is over,
this small child's full of fright.
~
And just like all the nights before,
they come into her room;
She has to reassure herself,
"This will all be over soon."
~
Her breathing becomes shallow,
"Perhaps they'll think I'm dead;"
"Your being such a good, little girl,"
is the only words they said.
~
Motionless she lays there,
as they touch her baby soft skin;
She feels overwhelmingly ill,
guilty and shamed from within.
~
When they are finished using her,
they leave without saying a word;
She shakes as she cradles her Teddy,
this precious three-year old girl.
Joshua Dougan Dec 2016
In introspect,
hindsights stumbling over intuition.
Guts hard as a rock.
Minds eye coupling with superstition.
Feeling lost, without a paddle, up the stream facing tomorrow.
Trading calls, seizing, coughing out a scream. Laced with a sorrow.
Silence escapes the harrowed moment.
a siren: opaque.
Privately shamed, a borrowed atonement and a giant mistake.
nabi 나비 Dec 2016
I'm done being shamed for being me
For not believing in god
For being a lesbian
For listening to the music that isn't popular
For being a female with short hair
For being curious
For being a feminist
For being myself
I'm not going to change myself to fit into your standards
I'm not going to change the way I think and learn
Because you think I ask too many questions and need to keep my nose outta things
I'm not going to change the way I believe
Because I cannot change that you will not make me
I'm not going to change the way I look because of you
Because I really enjoy the way I look
I'm not going to pretend to like what is popular and in trend
Because I don't want to have the exact same interests as everyone around me
I am not going to change myself because I'm happy with myself
Just because you are not confident in yourself, doesn't mean I can't be
I'm done trying to change to make everyone else happy
I'm not going to shamed for being me
I'm unique and no one change that
Everyday people all over the world are frowned upon for being themselves, and I want people to know that it is OKAY to be yourself.  You are amazing and no one else should make you feel that you should be any different.  I love you and keep being your amazing self.
beautyshesmear May 2015
I am trying
my best
Not,
to hate you.

Because it is wrong.

It is against my nature.
Hate.

is for absent beings
that have nothing better to do.

But,
you have pushed me
past
a better judgement.

Because,
You
you....
were the one that
use
to understand.

Now,
all you do is shame.

You have shamed
the art,
my craft.

For being useless,
and I have ignored
the blubbering blows
of your unwanted.

You have shamed
my character as
arrogance.

You have painted
that A
I must bleed from
YOU
named me with
the absence of humility
and I
cannot
accept it.
sir.  

You say
what you spit
is truth.

Yet,
what bubbles in your spat
makes my skin scream
and my soul curl.

Though that is all I seek!

You
say that it has hit
my face ******
from the weight of it's obviousness.

Im trying to believe you.
But.
I
dont
know
how
anymore.

I pray The Hand
pulls his strings.

So, I can hang on to something.
Like I did
with your wide eyed words.
once.

Im blind sir?

Perhaps,
advice is the best mirror.

Have you looked into one?
I told my soul I'd never grow
To fall into such a trap.
That promise I did keep, I sleep
A restless, teary nap.
Now it builds inside me wildly
And creeps out from my cap
Tell me how this happened
How it happened to me...

I told my heart never to start
To show my skin again
To lock myself inside and hide
Behind an ever jolly grin.
Do not go, I know, I know
And do not let them in.
Tell me how this happened
How it happened to me...

I warned my mind to bind
My heart inside my chest
The criticizing eyes, their lies
I see better than the rest.
All too blind and so unkind,
I will not pass their test
Tell me how this happened
How this happened to me...

I must hide, for I have tried
To reveal my soul
Oh how battered, I was shattered
Dig a corpse sized hole.
I'm still the same, but out of shame
I burnt outside to coal.
Tell me how this happened
How this happened to me.
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