Hi Ma, it's me
Me, equivalent to the extra ten pounds
That have molded so perfectly to round out my hips and belly.
Me, equivalent to everything society wants to shut out
Fat, free, female.
Me, becoming ever so used to flashing my intelligence
Instead of the skin everyone either wants to see too much of
Or encourages me to hide.
No...everything's alright
Everything, like the fact that my girl friends and I
Pass around stories of ****** abuse and harassment over tea.
Everything, like being told my worth is based on
How many men I have slept with.
Everything, like being told I should feel repentant
For no longer being a ******.
Okay, talk to you later.
I won't talk to you about
How I have no interest in the "ring by spring" phenomenon.
I won't talk to you about
How, at a Christian school, LGBTQ+ students are given a dwindling voice
As if the fire in their words will burn down a failing hierarchy.
I won't talk to you about
How hard it is to make anyone take me as seriously
As they do my male friends
Same opinions, same demeanor, different parts.
I love you
Love is supposed to be unconditional
So why am I encouraged to work so viciously to earn it
As if there is not enough to go around?
Love is supposed to benefit both parties
So why, as a woman, do I still get treated like my partner's property
As it is still custom for a father to give his daughter away to another man?
Love is supposed to be understanding
So why are **** victims still chastised by society
If they appreciate a trigger warning?
Bye.

A butterfly once told me "how was your day?"
I said "It's great, what can I say?"
The second butterfly then said to me,
"How wonderful, your face is with glee"
The third butterfly uttered,
"I see, you can easily be flattered"
I say it's it just me, there's nothing to worry,
Then the decaying butterfly shouted with fury.
"YOU ARE A LIAR, NOTHING BUT A CHEAT,
YOU TEND TO SMILE WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN TAKE A BEAT."
I said "It's true, it hurts, but I'll let it subside,
even when the one you love, plays you, deep inside."
There's a deeper meaning to this poem,
but this is just my feelings, the one I have shown.

Feelings I kept locked.
Knowing they'll only hurt others,
But being oblivious to what love really is.
I hope to find whatever it is,
And that would be true love indeed.
Like a gentle touch of hands, the warmth of embraces,
Or the feeling of soft lips brought together.
I beg to know what my heart is beating for,
And why I feel so high without even doing anything.
Teach me ways to catch your heart
So that I can finally feel that hundred percent of your love.

The time we finally got closer,
But how come our distance only came further?
The bitterness I feel about you,
  Why must you push me far?
I thought we finally had a bond that ties us by fate.
But misunderstandings and problems just get in our way.
I loved you for who you are.
But I guess knowing you wasn't enough.
Take me out of this void you created.
You're the reason for the pain I feel when I can't even explain it.

Forget the things that Forget you...
Remember the things that make you.

Fragments of who you are.
Scattered in vast seas out far.

Feel the freshness of renewal
For thy old friend's memories of you
Became dull.
So, who are you?

I believe in the misunderstood, the underestimated, and the overlooked. I believe in society's want for you to stop being creative, to conform, to be ready when society tells you you're an unoriginal, uncreative human being right after you graduate. I believe death is a ***** and that the "living" don't really exist.  I believe classrooms are hell, colleges are satans, and teachers are noble but wannabe St. Peters. Grades aren't supposed to judge but everyone judges by numbers. I believe everyone hates society but fail to know that they ARE society. I believe in the failure to connect and that those who are isolated are the ones who have the most potential to be great. I believe scientists are better bosses than management graduates who are taught to follow the money when scientists are taught to follow the truth. I believe the truth is a lie and that the world is nothing but a big fat machine. People are liars, I am a liar and I  believe everyone is just dying. I believe suicide is courageous, because facing the unknown is always more courageous than facing the expected. I believe in the plastics and  the cynicals. I believe in poetry and I believe in absolutely no one and nothing at all.