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I no longer have the name I was given
when I was seven it was changed
"for your safety"
Like my mother would care enough to come find me
the only thing she cared about was her next fix
I didn't get a say in the changing of my birth name
They changed
One
Letter.
One letter later I had a different identity
I hated the name, told my adoptive mother so
every time she called me it I responded with
That's Not My Name.
but here I am, ten years later, responding to a name I hate
It reminds me that they didn't care enough to listen to me
That's Not My Name.
sometimes when strangers ask me for my name I am still tempted
to respond with the name of my past
it is beautiful, it was MY NAME.
All I wanted was to have an opinion, to be heard
To keep my name my name my name MY NAME.
That's not my name
From Hayley to Harley. For years I got teased and called "Harley Davidson" and "Harley Quin". Technically they changed my middle name and last name too, but changing my first name hurt worse since I hated the name SO MUCH.
"I will fall in love with you
over and over again
I don't care how, where, or when
No matter how long it's been
You're mine
Don't tell me you're not the same person
You're always my husband and I've been
Waiting.
Waiting."
These are lyrics to a a song written by Jorge Rivera-Herans, creator of Epic the Musical. This song is how I feel about you, ☀️. You will always be mine. I love you.
I promised you forever,
and forever it will be.
Because even through the worst nights,
you were there for me.

Even though there are millions of miles,
pulling us apart.
I promised you forever,
and you still have my heart.
If you see this, I still mean it. And I always will <3
oklahoma is wild plums
rocky mountains and sandy hills, evergreens and deadened trees
snakes and bobcats, coyotes and deer
oklahoma is wild weather and cowboy hats
kids running barefoot and parents
drinking and going to rodeos, running into friends at the local wal-mart
oklahoma is cows at every turn
drought suffering red dirt and run-down houses
blackberries, museums and Indian heritage
oklahoma is watermelons and rattlesnake festivals
small towns and strong communties
oklahoma is home
God
I have never believed in god
But last night I prayed
For you to have stayed
And for me to have not let you go
☀️
I love you
You are the sun
you are the rain
I love you
☀️
What did I expect?
To leave a haemorrhage
of violets wherever I walked?
No. A lost son is called prodigal.
A lost daughter is just called lost.
Human, caring, sweet, and true
These words mean a lot to you
I am not who I say I am
Everything you know about me is a sham

One, Two Three,
Why do you believe in me?
Four, Five, Six,
I'm no more than a pile of sticks

My rhymes are childish
And so are my thoughts
Everything I say
Comes out ******* in knots

This is not a poem
Nor is it a song
This is not a story
Yet you keep singing along

Why can't you leave?
Why must you stay?
Why must you sit there,
day after day?

Waiting, whispering, hoping, crying
Begging that this won't be my final letter
Holding tight onto that sweater
Praying that we'll last forever
Wishing that you could have done better
read it again but as a nursery ryhme. what do you think this nursery rhyme is about?

It wasn't your fault.☀️❤️‍🩹
We care, they say
but they'll punish you for feeling

We care, they say
but they'd rather you shut up

We care, they say
but we'll dismiss your complaints

We care, they say
but we'll degrade your every mistake

We care, they say
but don't cry or we'll force you to leave

We care, they say
but stay in your seat and stay quiet

We care, they say
but if you ever mess up we'll never forget it

We care, they say
until red ink stains your paper

We care, they say
but they don't notice it if you bleed in the bathroom

We care, they say
but they'll ignore the scars and the bruises

We care, they say
but our hands our tied by the system

We care, they say
but you can tell their eyes are cold

We care, they say
but they won't let go if you tell them it hurts

We care, they say
but we'll create systems that drown you in debt

We care, they say
but if you're hurt it's always your fault

We care, they say
but we'll add so many rules you can't breathe

We care, they say
but they'll charge you for feeling anything

We care, they say
but they ignore it until you start popping pills

We care, they say
but if you step out of line there's no fixing you

We care, they say
but they'll drown you in debt for needing help

We care, they say
even as they tear down what you need to live

We care, they say
but they stand idle as the world burns around them

We care, they say
but they'll black out the ****** history

We care, they say
but they'd let you starve while they feast

We care, they say
but if you drown it's not their fault

We care, they say
but not until it's their blood on the pavement

We care, they say
but the system is at fault and never them

We care, they say
but they tied their own hands when they agreed
the system is broken and it's killing people
I tried to get over my hate for you
the same way someone would get over
a phobia
Halfheartedly
and with the feelings of fear and hate lingering still
even after I tried to convince myself they were gone
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