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  Feb 19 Sienna
Julia Celine
I want to put a spell on you
On a wishful sort of whim
Spilling all your secrets
Through the shivers on your skin

I’ve been silencing the voices
That beg to let you in
I’d rather lead the charge
On caving your walls in

And hide behind my armor
Gone rusted from the rain
A heart of stone to later atone
For any remnants of my pain

Maybe we could be magic
But in fear, I make my bed
And bury all our “could be’s”
That could fall to love instead
Sienna Feb 19
Hit me harder, I love it so
Give me just one more blow
Oh all the woe
The pain you give me is so low
The levels taken are well known
Like the feeling of a drawn bow
And an arrow shot right into my bone
Then through and blood is shown
Bleeding out a wound that can’t be sewn
One more word to speak alone
Scream it at me instead and leave me thrown
Shoot one more time to let go
Your hatred pours into me through this flow
I'm your target to disown.
This was in my drafts. I wrote it in 2018 I believe; while in the most toxic, abusive relationship I've been through
Sienna Feb 19
Here I am again ready for a new lover
but this time, brought out is my heart's flutter
It's been such a long time for this cutter
My heart screaming and blood splutter
So painful but so refreshing I stutter

Please let me have you, my love...
is all I can utter.
Sienna Feb 19
A little native girl,
went upon her day,
not yet understanding,
what was to come her way.

Pale people on ships,
descending down the bay,
would go on to take her,
far, far away.

Too young to comprehend,
her life would never be the same,
and was ripped from beneath her feet,
without any shame.

A glimpse of harsh reality,
in the darkness there she lay,
only foreign men lying to her,
telling her it was okay.

Years went on by,
the destruction of our say,
the blood of the ******,
is now in our vein.

Their newest family,
yells that nothing will ever change;
we cause nothing but issues,
"Just shut up and assimilate,"
Sienna May 2020
America, the land of the free
But not for you
And not for me.
America, where you can dream
In a cell all alone
Because they took the key.
America, the best country
Established with pain
From brown bodies.
America, where you can be
Anything you want
Except a minority.
America, accepting of all
Except the feathered chiefs
Who once stood tall.
America, where you get a call
To hear your black brother
Was seen as nothing at all.
America, where there’s free speech
To protest the Asians
Who are blamed for the heat.
America, where there’s guns and bombs
To get revenge on the “terrorists”
Who were sobbing to Allah.
America, a true mixing ***
And what a place
For children to be shot.
Sienna Nov 2019
For what it is, or so I’d like to think
The edge drawing nearer
Time finds itself pushing me off the brink

Seen as the inferior
Because I can’t find the link
The glass on the mirror
Shatters into the sink

The water no clearer
Busy dishes that clink
An ever growing fear
Stableness gone in a blink

A confused presence of cheer
Heart like a wild minx
Orbs feeling a blooming sear
A tune I can no longer sing
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