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  Dec 2016 Corvus
Chelsea Rae
It's hard for me to say,
That in all my burning anger
That I still wish you
Could do better.

At the same time
My human heart
Wants you to destroy yourself
As I watch and
Smile.
Hate and peace, love and anger, I don't know how to choose the good.
Corvus Dec 2016
How do you carry a child's coffin
When not long ago, you cradled them in your arms?
How do you wrap a child in burial cloth
When just a few years ago, you were still dressing them?
Where there was laughter and learning,
There came screaming and ******.
No smell of school dinners wafting through corridors,
Only burning and gunfire and blood.
Dread and panic replaced exam nerves,
And mourning has destroyed post-test celebrations.
What have we become, to turn a school into an execution site
Under the facade of a warzone?
To drag children out from seats, stare innocence in the face
And send them lifeless to the ground with a single bullet?
There is no cause great enough to **** children,
Nor any punishment severe enough to atone.
Families have been ripped to fragments,
And friendships have been severed or laid to rest together.
Hallways are silent with the heaviness of death,
But the living are still crying and screaming with grief.
We mourn for the dead and we weep for the living,
And as always, we plead, beg, hope for better days to come.
How do you carry your child's coffin
Knowing it's the last time you'll carry them to bed?
How do you wrap your child in burial cloth
Knowing it's the last time you'll ever see their face?
Old write, but it's the anniversary of the Peshawar attack from 2014, so.
Choreographing words
Into theatrical dances
With her imagination,

Gracefully exhibiting
All of her thoughts -
Using letters
As lavish decoration.

Having them leap-out
Onto the stage,
Outside of her mind,

Hoping each performance,
"Her life's story,"
You will find.

By Lady R.F ©2016
  Dec 2016 Corvus
Chelsea Rae
Why am I considered strange for holding out my heart,
Bare,
In the world for all to see?

It's sad isn't it?
When blatant love for humanity
Is weird because you're
"Strangers."

I am no stranger
To love and kindness.
And if it was supposed to only be handed to those who have more time
Under thier belt,
Then I guess my clock is broken.

It could be 1 second
Or 1 year,
But I'll hold you if you feel alone
And I'll talk and listen if you
Need an ear.

My heart is naked out here
And filled with endless care.

I'm not afraid, nor will I ever be afraid,
To bleed for someone.
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