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That old wooden painted box.
Faint yellow stars engraved within.
Held the letters to her heart,
the scriptures of her life of sin.
It held the ribbons
that once tied
another side of her sweet life.
Now she plays the blushing bride,
now she plays the faithful wife.
But every night she wanders,
to a place inside her mind.
Staring out the window,
dreaming of another time,
with that old wooden painted box,
yellow stars engraved within.
She breaths for every moment,
every second, that she spent with him.
I have found the place in me
That I feel is enough

I have found my place
Weir I am excepted
weir I am enough

I wont need your words anymore
I know that I'm not worthless

Just think back to how its bean
I know that we ended broken
But in the end you taught me something

I am more than your words say I am
I am more than your words that slowly **** me

I wish I could have found out sooner
as I'm lade down in my grave
I want you to know it was never the things you said
But the fact that you said it with a straight face.
I wrote this because it is the closest thing to me I have been suicidal, and I believe that if I had not found this place in me ,that I can go to whenever I am feeling bad that I would have ended up like this....I dedicate this to all the victims of somebody's words, and to all victims of bullying because I know what it feels like to be hurt. Just know that you are enough no matter what people say words cannot take away your worth.
 Mar 2015 Aysha Ahmed
Zay
We say that times have changed
Yet the issues in the news
Remain the same
Three Muslims shot
Over a "parking dispute"
Yet the media news
Can't get to the root
Of the hateful crime
Committed by a brute
Too busy reviewing
Fifty Shades of Grey
While unjust crimes
Are carried out everyday

And why do we let ISIS
Receive so much fame?
And why is it that every
Muslim is to blame?
Associating a belief
With violence and terror
But it is among us
Where you'll find the true error

Using religious excuses
To **** off God's creations
Manufactured missiles
Sweeping entire nations
Thousands dead
With nothing left to gain
And those who survive
Are left with terminal pain

Seeing tears in the eyes of a mother
Her son buried deep
By the prejudice of another

How far will we go
Until we see the wrongdoings?
Cuz once a life is gone...
There is no undoing

Segregating humans
By religion, ***, and race
My beliefs may be different
But I am no disgrace

We classify ourselves
With things like melanin
As if our destiny
Is determined by our skin

Ignorance causing our vision to be impaired
Can't accept the unusual
Cuz we're too scared
Too scared of the truth
So we hide behind lies
Too scared of being left out
So we wear a disguise
Morphing ourselves
Into what is accepted
Turning into clones
Fear of being rejected

But it's time to wake up
Time to accept
The difference in our land
Time to end
The suffrage that is at hand
Time to unite ourselves as one
Time to put down the weapons
And put away your gun
So join me now
To spread the love
And to silence the hate
Our world may not be perfect
But it's never too late.
Decided to incorporate a few more lines to this poem.

"Mankind must put an end to war, before war puts an end to mankind."
humiliated
distorted
abandoned
scared

why did you leave me
what did I do wrong
I tried to comfort you
I tried to help you
I lent my shoulders
so you could cry on them
I lent my heart
so you could pour out to it

now tell me
what did I do wrong
Inspired by Deborah Brooks Langford's
''Throw Away Friends''
written on: 2-28-2014@ 1:04 p.m.f
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