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  Jun 2016 Makenzie Robison
Kealey
Beatings* and screaming
Tears streaming down your face
Punished for being attracted to guys
Something you didn’t choose
Why do you have to be this way?

People hate on you for who you love
You hate yourself for loving them
You hide yourself
Hurt yourself
Why do you have to be this way?

Your friends are gone
Your families screaming,
“It’s just a phase”
Nobody understands
After all, they’re not gay
Why do you have to be this way?

“God will send you to hell”
They scream
Getting louder each time they speak
You can’t take it!
Why do you have to be this way?

You scream and cry in anguish
Until they push too hard
They push you off the edge
This is the only way
Why do you have to be this way?

You fall
The wind screaming relief in your ears
You’re flying
The ground getting closer
Why did you have to be this way?

One last *breath

THUD!
You’re gone, gone from the prejudice
You’re safe, there’s no more pain
Why did you have to be gay?

They cry, they lie
About how they didn’t know
But how couldn’t they?
They gave the final push
Why did they have to be that way?
**Why couldn’t they just accept and love you the way you were?
In English we were required to write a poem. I am bisexual and have dealt with hate, so I decided to do my poem on just that. Some people loved it and found it touching and eye-opening while others did not.
Makenzie Robison Jun 2016
The reason I write is simple
Not for you, not for me
But for my mind
And my emotions

The reason I stopped is simple
Because of you, because of me.
My mind is numb
My emotions locked away

The reason I write is false
It is for you, it is for me
Not for my mind
Nor my emotions

The reason I sat down and wrote this
Isn't simple at all.
It's for me, not for you.
I wanted to remind myself of what I lost.

The reason I am here.
I'm here for you to judge and like
I'm here for you to judge and dislike.
Because we are humans

And that is why I write.
Just a simple poem.
Makenzie Robison Jun 2016
Snores echoing through the room
Hearts beating with a purpose
Time slipping slowly by.
Everyone sleeping with out a thought.

CRASH

A figure jolts up
Their heart beating faster
Pounding against their chest
Then they fall back asleep

Mroaw

A cat sits on the head board watching the figure
The cat moves to sit on their stomach
Amber eyes looking slowly at the figure
Their stomach rising and falling.

Hisses

The cat gets flung off
The figure screams
Screams from a bad dream.
All they wanted to do was sleep.
Not everyone has a good sleep.
Makenzie Robison May 2016
The sun floated in
The curtains drawn back
It slowly tossed over
Revealing scars running crisscrossed
Their back a canvas showing their life story
It's name is Darkness

It has suffered the most
Out of light and into dark.
The name carries many
To the the people who carve them selves up at night and pretend during day
With those that have lost all

This is Darkness Unveiled
Darkness that haunts every grave
Darkness that haunts every person
Some chose to ignore others embrace it
The scars on its back
Are the scars of the people.
People who had horrible things done to them

One person was abused they carry dark bruises that are blue and purple
One person has cuts self inflicted
Another has scratches and welts from trying to get the thoughts out
Then there are the ones who died
They gave up and succumbed to the darkness.

All they needed was a helping hand
A hand held out and pushed to all the people

Pain
Is whispered to all the people in the world.
If you can't see them then you are blind
You have succumbed to the darkness

The darkness is still there
Yet it is slowly going away
It is being replaced
A hand has appeared and it can drag you away
Away from the place that is hell.
Makenzie Robison Mar 2016
The words flow like blood
The pen being the heart
The paper the skin
Once there was a girl
Who knew the words of all
But once they just disappeared...

Makenzie do you still write poetry?
Yeah!

No... I haven't in a while...

Makenzie do you have any ideas?
Yeah!

No, I haven't for a while....

Hey Mak want to read this poem? Maybe write one with me?"
Sure!

No, I haven't wanted to write for a while....

Why are you crying?
It's nothing

No, I wanted to cry for a while...

Why are you always so angry?
Because I can be.

I don't want to let you see the broken me...
No, I am not always angry only for a while...

What happened to the sweet Mak?
She got killed a while ago.

No, She just went and hid for a while....

Are you done being a b$$$h?
I suppose.

No, how else do I show how I feel?

All these words wander around my head.
No way to get free.
FREE From the prison I trapped them in!
NO WAY TO LEAVE!
But the world is a mean place
I just happened to adapt rather easily
I bent into the perfect American!
But wait one tiny flaw.
I turned out to be a Witch!
No seriously I love earth!
Wiccans are not demons!

What do you have to say?
Quit being mean to your siblings.
Why are you being nice all of a sudden?*
WHEN DID IT BECOME A CURSE?
A curse that no matter what you do,
Your family finds a flaw

My fatal flaw was being born...
OR at least they make it seem that way!
So I will give my words the Freedom they deserve.

I will write poetry yet again.
I have made my choice and now I am thinking ahead.
Makenzie Robison Mar 2016
I am a warrior
I am fierce and fast
I strike and don't think twice
No one dares face me
Everybody wants to be..... like me

Yet I am a tiger
I live in solitude and misery.
Most don't notice how I act
For I am gone without a trace

When I find my mate I laugh
When they die I cry
This is my curse I carry
But some say I marry
I marry to my curse.

I once felt
I felt everything and nothing
I once felt the way that people feel
Then I got kicked down and down
I *** shoved to rock bottom

I once felt the love of humanity touch;
Then I felt the sting of humanity's cuts.

I once was a warrior;
Now I am a tiger.

I once was a girl;
Now I am a speck of dirt.

I once belonged;
Now I am in the trash.

I once was wild;
Now I am tamed.

I once was somebody;
Now I am nobody.
Makenzie Robison Jan 2016
Makenzie pay attention
This is how to be a lady
Is what I am expected to be.
A Lady who is just a dog on a leash
But I am a storm that has been unleashed
Grandma Lucy I am a person not a dog
I yell.

Now she has sat in the corner
Oh I am so scared
Yet here I stand
Wandering why she sent me to the corner
Like I care if she is my grandma
She tells me that I am going to Hell
Hell doesn't scare, Heaven does
No one knows what will happen to you up there
Yet in Hell you either get tortured or you do the torturing

Yet here I stand
In this stupid corner
Cursing my Grandma
She thinks she is young.
But don't you only get older?
Makenzie you can come out of the corner if you act like a lady.*
I don't act like a lady because I am not weak.
I would yell
Respect my elders my ****
I respect people who respect me
I don't respect someone who tells me that I am going to hell for liking both genders
Last I checked we can't control that
So I will stand in this corner
I will disobey
Because that is what a lady is
A person to do what she wants
I am not a dog
I will not bow down before your will
So good luck

Yet this corner is imprinted in my mind
Because of how many times
I had to stand there
So yes
I have a corner in which my skeletons lie
Not in a closet but in plain sight
Corners are bad
Yet here I stand
Till I get free
But that is just a dream
I will fuel the fire
By completing my desires.
So for now I will Stand in the corner.
Or until I become a *Proper Lady
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