flawed, like a broken vase
beautiful, like the golden cracks on her face
spoiled, like her flowers left to die
forgotten, like just another moment lost in time
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
therapist wasn't for me
feel like screaming in this posh upper class neighborhood
talk to me like a human not a skittish animal on the attack
bought a pretty umbrella to feel better
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
i'm a crownless queen
left to wander the wastes
searching for a princess
with whom i can replace
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
the snow lays thick
atop the dirt
frozen wastelands
ruined earth
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
i don't have a poem, but a plea.
hello poetry is an escape from real life for a lot of us, me included, but real life needs us right now.
the #blacklivesmatter movement is louder than ever and if you're not a person of color, or if you are but you also benefit from the system in place that depends on the destruction of black and brown people, now is your time to stand up.
stand with those at the protests, use your voice, your platform, your privilege to raise up your fellow black voices. and educate yourself on whats going on if you haven't already, because this is just the beginning.
this is global now. all over the world people in countries like UK, Germany, Canada, and many others are taking to the streets in a peaceful protest of the ****** of Georgoe Floyd, and so so many other Black men and women. a protest of the blatent police brutality in cities all over the world, brutality that mainly targets black skinned and brown skinned people. a protest for real honest ******* change, that will ripple through country to country.
this is a revolution. do not be silent.
go out and protest if you can. donate to the georgefloyd gofundme, to the bail outs for the protesters who were wrongfully arrested. spread awareness where you can. lift up black and other poc voices, and don't give up.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
i'm white, my skin is just pale enough that if you squint just right you can't even see the brown lying underneath.
i'm white, and i feel my privilege like a vice around my wrists, holding me hostage in my fantasy that i just wasn't made for this activist ****
but i'm not like those white oppressors, because i don't believe as they do; silence is a form of oppression, so guess what that makes you?
i am guilty of closing my eyes so often i may as well be blind, and holy ******* **** THIS HAS HAPPENED TOO MANY TIMES!
we all know at this point that justice isn't being served, and you've surely heard the terms, reactionary solidarity it means we as the privileged only care when the oppressed scream so loud we hear them across the seas, see their smoke signals above the trees, when mothers and sisters on crying on their knees
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC