Before they decide they want to take it and go,
suicidal victims need to know:
Peers will be sad,
they will mourn.
They will move on,
you can't be reborn.
Think twice,
don't do.
We will find other ways
after what you put us through.
What you face will be done.
Put down the rope, the knife and the
gun.
Stay and learn,
we won't prepare an urn.
Let it all pass,
don't make us attend your mass.
Help you shall seek,
you are not weak.
Take the time to see you are strong.
There are no prayers with the power
to bring back those who are gone.
Death is not your choice.
Say what you need,
use your voice.
You are not here forever,
life does get better.

Cloth covering all of my chest
along with an untouched face
with no shadow.
My hair has no style and I know none of what
you told me.
What is ***?
I have never heard of such a thing.

Why is my ***** considered a given sin?
Now the boys must be taught and understand
they are now old enough to accept a
woman's body. Respect her with
no touching or laughter.

Mothers and fathers feel the heartache
at the time for their daughter to grow up.
If a parent carries a phobia of the aftermath,
they learn nothing and growing up is harder
than it needs to be.

She'll be beautiful.
She'll have a sophisticated wardrobe and heart.
Let her hair grow and cut in her own style.
Her clock has ticked to a new time in life.
To all the parents of young, willing adolescent girls.
Stop looking at your little girl.
She is now a woman.

You cannot hold the time anymore,
theres just no need to rush.
Breathe, love, admire.
Watch her grow into a blossom.
Therefore, a kind young woman.
Have no fear, but pride.

The moment is gone like a late train,
but the memory is there like the implanted tracks.
Like a bullet that is removed,
the scar brings back every flashback
of being shot.
It's over, it happened.
Memories keep us thinking.
Don't shoot back,
cover it with a better train of thought.
You don't have to wait to hear,
"All Aboard!"
to let it all go.

As I walk in a brave, lonesome
pattern,
two devils stare right at my
noticeable presence.
Both look,
they laugh,
smiling as if to burst into
rude, giggling pleasure.
I am gone,
moving on like a bird.
At the destination
I am questioned by a known soul.
She asks, "What happened?"
"Do you have allergies?"
I shrug, and just say
as honest as I can,
"I broke out.
It's something I do."
My face is not clear,
but my head is of all who look
and feel disgusted with my acne.
Beauty Queens should have no
obligation for lack of weight,
long hair,
and clear skin.
I don't have clear skin.
I am broken out and beautiful as can be.
This surface covers none of my
bravery, compassion, and dignity.
You don't have to call me beautiful.
I already do that.
The devils rudely stare and laugh.
The stranger  cares and wonders.
I carry persistence and strength.
I know I am beautiful.
I am in no hurry for anything to clear up.
Nor the sky,
nor my face.
I hide none of my beauty.

My response for your care in my
reputation is
Thank you, but No Thank you.
Your way has seemed to calm the
rest of the people in the room to silence in
appall.
The criticism is too much.
My brain cannot think of anymore ways to change
on your behalf.
I understand my crazy qualities
are too intense for the age we hold according to you.
We are fourteen.
This is the age we both hold in our lives.
It is up to me to have fun while I can.
You are wasting precious time by growing up too
fast.
Seems that all you can tell me is what I did
wrong.
I see you are watching me
as if you have custody over me.
I am no child.
You are no more mature.
My heart breaks every time I see you.
I know our elders find it right but we know it is
wrong for us to be close.
I know this
by the blood flowing from my broken heart
as I walk the street from your house to mine.
There is a trail of blood that you will find
on your own since I am not permitted to say
I am hurt that you
admonished me.
You are no friend.
Control your jealousy.
I have not become the bad one
by abandoning you.
I find moving on a more effective way to admonish.
Be gone, be aware,
be no friend of mine.

Wife beatings
Child beatings
No peek receivers
***** weighing

BYE!