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  Nov 2018 Anavah
Elizabethanne
I let different boys touch me
Because I wanted to know
Even for a second
What it felt like to be loved
Even if the love was cheap
And it tasted like ***
Like the punchline to a joke
I never got because it was me

I let different boys have different parts of me
Parts they didn't deserve
But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else
after you broke me
I was looking for different fingers
to place different pieces and hoping  the outcome
would be a masterpiece
Maybe one of them would find a way
to cover up the handprints you left all over me

I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself
you wouldn't be the only one
that these scars marking my body wouldn't define
my worth to be loved
I am not entirely sure  
you aren't the only one who could ever touch me without slightly  flinching

I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught
To be a joke
To be silent
To be ready to give until you have nothing left
- they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay
  Nov 2018 Anavah
iCRY
RED
Sink in, sink deep. Deeper, darker, the scarier it gets. The better! Let the blood rush, let blood turn into blush. Let waters be scarlet, let words be crimson. Let the moon be red, let the night be silent.
  Nov 2018 Anavah
Gray
you get a call
it’s too early
but too late all at once

you get a call
it is after midnight
he has the bottle in hand

you get a call
it is early morning
the pills are down his throat

you get a call
it’s one am
he tells you not to worry

you get a call
you don’t know how to feel
he says he’s done the bottle
(you don’t know if he means the pills or the water)

you get a call
you don’t know what to do

you get a call
it ends too soon
based off the time when my friend called me during a suicide attempt
Anavah Nov 2018
I turned you on
You tried me on

I deposited on you
All my pent up passion

You discarded me like
Yesterday's fashion

(c) Anavah 2018
Anavah Nov 2018
Some people have mind palaces
I have a dungeon in its place

I do not roam about the luxurious memories
I flinch at the various tortures
I vegetate in the various prison cells
Each an old regret and an older memory

Some people savour the past
I am suffocated by it

(c) Anavah 2018
Anavah Nov 2018
We take the time to smooth the edges
That makes us stand out
We are busy stifling our voices
When it is time to be loud
We turn ourselves to ether
To delve amidst the plain
We try to exemplify others
When we are all the same

Sandpaper against my bare skin
Scratches on my raw soul
Trying to put me together
Broken bits to a shattered whole
We shy off when people look
At the scars highlighted with gold
When the fire burns within our hearts
We try to turn ourselves cold

Sandpaper against my bare heart
Scratches drawing out ruddy trails
Scratches on a face all botched
Ripping out the masking scales
Camaflouge and dumb charades
Hiding truth and hinting lies
Sandpaper against my lips
Drawing out wanton sighs

We make the effort to look our best
When the good is defined by others
We take the time before making haste
Suddenly caring who bothers
Yet our worth is in our own hands
How we draw ourselves
Our secrets are our own prison
Our confidence where freedom dwells.

(c) Anavah 2018
Anavah Nov 2018
It was a bag of prejudice ******* with strings of judgement. I would know it anywhere. The chill of its indifference never failed to give me nightmares.

Curious thing this is, never curious about the things that tie, a strange fascination with the catabolic, breaking down bit by bit, every standing bridge, till in loneliness, paranoia takes seed.

You call it religion, I call it fanaticism.
You call it ethnicity, I call it a lack of humanity.
You call it antisemitism, I call it disparity.
Diversity versus equality: we know who always wins.

It is always easier to pull apart.

We pull apart a country, a society, sometimes a family just to fit into boxes that do not matter. Whatever doesn't fit we scatter till we are surrounded by blood splatters.

Cannibalism is bad. It is bad to consume but when you destroy the other when you take away their means of life and livelihood, is it any different from taking their lives?

You notice diversity by the differences, not the radiance of their smiles, that does not depend on colour or creed. It is simply a bunch of basic human need.

But you would rather take than provide. You would rather push everyone aside who is not from your own box and then you put yourself behind locks to protect from those you deprive.

Why not for a change simply be alive, appreciate another life?
Why not smile at another smile, irrespective of race, colour or creed?
A new day starts with a new cry for life, every day, around the world, a new beginning.

Let's open our boxes. Let's give away our prejudices and exchange them for compassion. Let's untie the string that ties us to our antiquated narrowmindedness. Let us spread our wings and fly.

(c) Anavah 2018
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