makayla-shea - Hello Poetry

It’s not about What is best for humanity It’s not about What children need It’s not about Helping anyone It’s not about Getting immagrants out of the country To the neighbor To the stranger To the family member To the church goer To the politician To the friend It’s about having the best come back It’s about having the best screenshots to show your friends So you can all laugh at those idiots Red and blue do it White, red, yellow, and brown do it too Male and female Humanity I’m better than you Kids on the playground I can run faster Yeah, well I can jump higher! It’s the Facebook comments telling these idiots their place because someone has to! But that’s not going to change anything And we all know it Because we’re not trying to change We’re trying to show everyone else That we’re better Better than him or her My relationship is stronger My marriage lasted longer My job pays more I was born here so I have the right What about the human right What if we’re not better What if I’m not better What if I’m the same as you And your the same as me Because maybe In another life you were me And maybe I was you And if only we can stop Slow Down And Breathe Again Maybe then We can see That we’re just all the same You and me

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Jan 26

Jan 26, 2026 at 8:31 PM UTC

Personal thoughts on humanity

It’s not about What is best for humanity It’s not about What children need It’s not about Helping anyone It’s not about Getting immagrants out of the country To the neighbor To the stranger To the family member To the church goer To the politician To the friend It’s about having the best come back It’s about having the best screenshots to show your friends So you can all laugh at those idiots Red and blue do it White, red, yellow, and brown do it too Male and female Humanity I’m better than you Kids on the playground I can run faster Yeah, well I can jump higher! It’s the Facebook comments telling these idiots their place because someone has to! But that’s not going to change anything And we all know it Because we’re not trying to change We’re trying to show everyone else That we’re better Better than him or her My relationship is stronger My marriage lasted longer My job pays more I was born here so I have the right What about the human right What if we’re not better What if I’m not better What if I’m the same as you And your the same as me Because maybe In another life you were me And maybe I was you And if only we can stop Slow Down And Breathe Again Maybe then We can see That we’re just all the same You and me

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Woke up this morning 65 cents in the bank You’d think I’d be learning To keep more in the tank One look in savings $2.65 hadn’t learned much yet And yet still these cravings Led me to store where I would go get All the things I didn’t need To fill this void inside of me Smoking way too much **** Never letting myself just be I’d finally learn A lesson that takes years To master, I’d look for what I yearn And I’d trust that I always have enough And over and over This trust has been proven true Here I am, taking care of her The little girl inside, something new And by the days end My bank account wasn’t looking As incredibly thin I was taken care of, again

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Dec 6, 2025

Dec 6, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC

An ode to capitalism and healing

Woke up this morning 65 cents in the bank You’d think I’d be learning To keep more in the tank One look in savings $2.65 hadn’t learned much yet And yet still these cravings Led me to store where I would go get All the things I didn’t need To fill this void inside of me Smoking way too much **** Never letting myself just be I’d finally learn A lesson that takes years To master, I’d look for what I yearn And I’d trust that I always have enough And over and over This trust has been proven true Here I am, taking care of her The little girl inside, something new And by the days end My bank account wasn’t looking As incredibly thin I was taken care of, again

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So much of me is made up of broken pieces Shattered glass On cobblestone I keep picking up the pieces Hoping one day to metamorphose into a mosaic

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Oct 9, 2025

Oct 9, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC

Broken pieces

So much of me is made up of broken pieces Shattered glass On cobblestone I keep picking up the pieces Hoping one day to metamorphose into a mosaic

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Pulling back No close friends Blamed it on my parents Their fault in the end Yet, I’m the one Shutting down And shutting out I don’t come around I assumed you’d rather I not be here I assumed you’d rather I never come near So I save us the trouble In every possible way Couldn’t be an inconvenience Not me, not today Except it’s not just today It’s every single day Closer to 30 than 16 Will I ever be okay? Learning to speak To let the words come out I get choked up And they’re stuck in my mouth I swallow hard And force them down Until I puke them up With vile in the throne The only way I know How to communicate Is with rhythm and rhyme I cant just speak up And there I go again losing the poem to….

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Jul 29, 2025

Jul 29, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC

Untitled

Pulling back No close friends Blamed it on my parents Their fault in the end Yet, I’m the one Shutting down And shutting out I don’t come around I assumed you’d rather I not be here I assumed you’d rather I never come near So I save us the trouble In every possible way Couldn’t be an inconvenience Not me, not today Except it’s not just today It’s every single day Closer to 30 than 16 Will I ever be okay? Learning to speak To let the words come out I get choked up And they’re stuck in my mouth I swallow hard And force them down Until I puke them up With vile in the throne The only way I know How to communicate Is with rhythm and rhyme I cant just speak up And there I go again losing the poem to….

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“Dad’s home!” I hear my sibling yell We all rush to the door Excited and ready to tell Him all about our day We greet him with a smile And hugs all around He was looking toward the kitchen tile The next day our mom Pulled the kids aside She said we couldn’t yell Or be too excited when dad comes inside We were all confused But we gave dad his space We greeted him Trying to show him grace And as the days grew longer The space between us also grew It’s been 10 years dad Without a single hug from you I know you have step kids now I wonder if you hug them After a long day Or if you still run away Just like you used to do

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Jun 12, 2025

Jun 12, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC

Dad’s home

“Dad’s home!” I hear my sibling yell We all rush to the door Excited and ready to tell Him all about our day We greet him with a smile And hugs all around He was looking toward the kitchen tile The next day our mom Pulled the kids aside She said we couldn’t yell Or be too excited when dad comes inside We were all confused But we gave dad his space We greeted him Trying to show him grace And as the days grew longer The space between us also grew It’s been 10 years dad Without a single hug from you I know you have step kids now I wonder if you hug them After a long day Or if you still run away Just like you used to do

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I started writing again I sit in the sunshine I traded in the drink for a pen The pen is actually my smartphone But alas that doesn’t rhyme or flow My poetry is broken As am I I feel as if awoken From a long deep slumber One I tossed an sweated through One much needed Now the morning light is peeking through Except there again my poem is lacking I don’t even care As I hear my bones cracking I rise from my bed with a stretch Shaking out the nightmares I now forget Crying and smiling at the same time I know I will always remember Those nightmares past I know I will never forget And yet here I am, whole And yet lost Staring at the morning sun Wondering what it is That has begun

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC

In my “writing again era” 💅

I started writing again I sit in the sunshine I traded in the drink for a pen The pen is actually my smartphone But alas that doesn’t rhyme or flow My poetry is broken As am I I feel as if awoken From a long deep slumber One I tossed an sweated through One much needed Now the morning light is peeking through Except there again my poem is lacking I don’t even care As I hear my bones cracking I rise from my bed with a stretch Shaking out the nightmares I now forget Crying and smiling at the same time I know I will always remember Those nightmares past I know I will never forget And yet here I am, whole And yet lost Staring at the morning sun Wondering what it is That has begun

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Breathing Putrid air In my lungs Longing For the putrid air Never goes away What I would give To hold that little stick And not feel like I let myself down

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Apr 17, 2025

Apr 17, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC

I quit smoking

Breathing Putrid air In my lungs Longing For the putrid air Never goes away What I would give To hold that little stick And not feel like I let myself down

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The church today according to themselves Are the Hands and the Feet of Jesus those hands are torn and broken The church today is meant to help those in need as long as they sit and listen to us reprimand them They reach out with loving kindness as long as you have stopped taking drugs and drinking And give prepared meals and a warm place to sleep as long as the government keeps giving them tax cuts They see the need and they strive to fill it as Jesus would as long as they keep showing up on Sunday and giving tithe When others fall away from Jesus, the church is still standing, worshipping God as the children in the streets go hungry The church takes a stand against sin, against abortion and the children who’s parents get taken from this world are sent to foster care, they are the governments problem, not the churches The church today takes a stand against homosexuality, keeping it out of children’s books and schools and tv shows and the loving parents are kept from adopting, kept from helping those parentless children the church said weren’t their problem The church in America today cares more about the money they have then what Jesus said the church today is a capitalist tool for corruption If pastors would stop taking a salary and get real jobs what kind of difference would that make If pastors would stop taking a salary and give that money away what kind of change could we see today? Could we build houses for the homeless? could we help families eager to adopt, but unable to gather the funds? Could we be there during natural disasters to help lend a hand? Think of the change just a few pastors salary could make in the day to day lives but I bet you won’t see any pastors who would do that That is the church today

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Apr 17, 2025

Apr 17, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC

Modern Day American Church

The church today according to themselves Are the Hands and the Feet of Jesus those hands are torn and broken The church today is meant to help those in need as long as they sit and listen to us reprimand them They reach out with loving kindness as long as you have stopped taking drugs and drinking And give prepared meals and a warm place to sleep as long as the government keeps giving them tax cuts They see the need and they strive to fill it as Jesus would as long as they keep showing up on Sunday and giving tithe When others fall away from Jesus, the church is still standing, worshipping God as the children in the streets go hungry The church takes a stand against sin, against abortion and the children who’s parents get taken from this world are sent to foster care, they are the governments problem, not the churches The church today takes a stand against homosexuality, keeping it out of children’s books and schools and tv shows and the loving parents are kept from adopting, kept from helping those parentless children the church said weren’t their problem The church in America today cares more about the money they have then what Jesus said the church today is a capitalist tool for corruption If pastors would stop taking a salary and get real jobs what kind of difference would that make If pastors would stop taking a salary and give that money away what kind of change could we see today? Could we build houses for the homeless? could we help families eager to adopt, but unable to gather the funds? Could we be there during natural disasters to help lend a hand? Think of the change just a few pastors salary could make in the day to day lives but I bet you won’t see any pastors who would do that That is the church today

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I’m crying watching tiktok Wishing we could talk Wondering if you remember How we were supposed to make pretzels That long past December You told me to buy the yeast And I waited and waited and waited For you to call And therein lies the fall I fell for your lies Holding my breath again Now I’ve burned those ties At least I don’t have to pretend

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Jan 9, 2025

Jan 9, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC

An ode to my mother

I’m crying watching tiktok Wishing we could talk Wondering if you remember How we were supposed to make pretzels That long past December You told me to buy the yeast And I waited and waited and waited For you to call And therein lies the fall I fell for your lies Holding my breath again Now I’ve burned those ties At least I don’t have to pretend

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I step outside for a smoke Just me ‘n the pups in this cold morning light I leave the door open just to let the breeze bite I don’t want to forget I don’t want to leave I find myself wanting to sit in these moments And holding on with such force I can see my hands going white Just trying not to lose This cold morning light

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Nov 13, 2023

Nov 13, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC

One Morning in November

I step outside for a smoke Just me ‘n the pups in this cold morning light I leave the door open just to let the breeze bite I don’t want to forget I don’t want to leave I find myself wanting to sit in these moments And holding on with such force I can see my hands going white Just trying not to lose This cold morning light

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