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Lynn May 11
He called me a star
But how can that be true?
My light is only there when I'm next to you

My dad calls my mom the moon
It's supposed to be romantic but to me he's a fool
The moon is a piece of rock
My mom is the whole world

He hold my hands
And tells me I'm the sun
I don't believe him
But it is true love
Lynn May 11
I love you too the moon and back
Which is every pump of my heart
Every pulse on my neck
All the blood in my body
Every single individual red blood cell
He said

I love you
You and only you
The beats of my heart are yours
Every pulse of my wrist
Every millisecond
Every Nanobeat of my life is yours
Yours and only yours
I said
Lynn May 2
How am I?
How am I?
I am oppressed.
Here, I am not free
Or heard
Or respected.
Here, I am told what to do with my own body.

And I can’t help but wonder—
How dare they?
How dare they force me into a piece of cloth,
One they know I will disregard?
How dare they back me into a corner
And wrap me in a headscarf?
How dare they oppress me for my freedom
And cover me as if that's the answer?

Why punish the victim,
When that won’t stop the victor?
Why shun the abused
While glorifying the abuser?

How dare they expect me to listen—
How dare they,
When I have a fire that can’t be put out
Not even by my blood and tears.
Wrote this while fuming over what an uncle told me + something my parents said earlier lol
Lynn Apr 27
How is the bird to go home
When all it knows is the cold
The rainy and the harsh
The curses and the shots
When it tries to run away
The darkness coerces it to stay
So even if the bird is free
It will never truly be
Lynn Mar 29
Five days and seven days
127.67
Hours
7,660
Minutes.
459,600
Seconds
Of
Mental abuse
Physical fatigue
Up at 5:00 AM
No sleep
No eating
No sleeping
No walking
No talking
No being
Yet they tell us it's freeing
No autonomy
Yet they tell us it's our bodies
No skipping
Because we'll be missing
The very thing
We came here for
And when you leave
You'll have no spleen
No liver
No heart
No brain
You'll finally be what they want to be
Another zombie in the community
Another brain-dead inconsiderate zombie
In their messed-up soul-******* community
Lynn Mar 29
I'm a heart
Trapped in the ribcage
Of your bone-like lies
All I do is try
Somehow that's not enough

I'm stuck in a cage
Left to waste away
You watch while I rot
Laughing it off
With all of your manipulative friends
Partners in crime
Gaslighting friends

In my cage I turn closer
And
Closer
To meat that's rotten
Not cooked but forgotten
I matter nothing to you
But there's nothing I can do
My future lies in the palm of your hand
It's all part of your plan
To strip away my blood
My upper and lower chambers
My left atrium
Right atrium
Valves
Ventricles
My rotten core
Until I
The rotten meant heart
Forever stuck in your ribcage of lies
Is nothing more

Until I
The rotten meant heart
Forever stuck in your ribcage of lies
Is the nothing you want
In today's society
Lynn Mar 19
I  hear your shouts
And his screams
I hear his stammered apologizes
And frantic denial
What he did wasn't even wrong
He's just a boy
And you're a man
Why don't you understand
Your job is to help and not scream
What the actual yourself my Dadck do you mean?
You're a father
Not a Sargent
Why are you going off again
Hitting is not disciple
Stop unless you want him to grow up accepting it
So in his room when I hear his muffled screams
I wish for a time machine
To stop you from meeting mom
And save us from our inevitable fall
Your everything ends with our hurt
I love you
But your the fcking worst
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