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I'm done trying for you or anyone else
maybe when I give up
you'll see how far I'd gotten
Rosmary Penn Apr 5
we remember the twinkling star
until it fades away
into nothing
and we realize
our lullabies were about ***** of burning gas
Rosmary Penn Apr 4
she can play in the puddles,
while I have a rainy day
her skies are blue
and mine are grey

her heart is tender
and mine is scarred
her success is a series of open doors,
and mine are all barred

she sings in the shower,
but I cry in mine
she holds onto her dreams
and I, to a life line

and she can yell at her father
with a passion in her chest
I look at mine
and am thankful for the little time he has left

I am in the fire
but her sorrows, she can ignore
so I will look from a distance
knowing I am being forged

she is happy in her picturesque life
sports, friends, boys
but now I understand
some of us weren't made for happiness, but joy

joy is victory,
fighting on the battleground of life
in the storms, fear, darkness,
joy is a light

for there is beauty in the pain
and after every tear-filled night, there's a sunrise at dawn
so for those in their own storm
keep your head up and carry on
:) there's hope
Rosmary Penn Mar 25
why do we become a little less human
when we aren't like the other humans around us?
Rosmary Penn Mar 16
I was found
but now feel so lost
it's like everything's okay
but at the same time, it's not
Rosmary Penn Feb 24
But if I slit my wrists
and cry
an ocean
then you'll love me,
love me when I'm broken
Rosmary Penn Feb 1
I am black
I am white
am I still
human despite

the color
of my skin?
is there still
a heart within?

if I am black
am I a queen?
do you owe
an apology?

if I am white
am I racist?
walking around
with social graces

or is worth determined
not by genes,
not by skin,
but something underneath?
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