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628 · Nov 2017
Susan
Caity Klaassen Nov 2017
Susan

Oh how I long that you could share the same life as mine

It saddens me to hear the stories you tell. You work In mansions but live in a shack, you pick up while we snack,you wake up early while I sleep in.

Susan

Oh how I long I could give you a reset button.

Susan I long for the life where you were never a victim of the apartheid Regime.

A life where your skin colour nor gender classified your class.
A life filled with smiles that aren't put on just because the madams in the house.
A life where you felt like a person with dreams that weren't unrealistic but rather very optimistic.

Susan I'm listening

I hear your groans as your aching aging back gets up from the cement cold floor

I hear your footsteps as you walk along the sandy dry road

I hear your frustration as you wait for your RDP house in anticipation.

Susan I hear you

I've never had the same struggles as you but I ankowledge you  

I see you

Not just the outer complexion of your aging wrinkled face.
I see the real you. The strong victorious women who raised a family, and walks miles to provide

The grandmother who will never give up a fight.
I no longer have broken eyes I see the truth and Susan you are the truth
527 · Apr 2016
The feeling Musk
Caity Klaassen Apr 2016
It was kind of dark out.
The sky representing the way I felt.
No one in sight, just another day
Earth offered.

I looked at you with that hopeless smile
as if life had been drained
from my eyes.

But I realized I will Never
understand you, let alone your
crazy solutions to your
often questioned life.

I have one chance to perfect this
or try and make it as perfect as I can.
I don't want you to hold me back
release me and I will be
free.
366 · Jun 2016
In the Madness of everyday
Caity Klaassen Jun 2016
There is no end
No end to life
No end to love
It's all infinite

Kinda scares me how we just keep going
Day in and day out
In a muse of madness
Doing the same thing everyday

We've lost our "it" factor.
Where's your character...

I don't like who I have become
Silence is needed in this madness

I think you need me time. Us time. Family time. God time.

What's next?
Another test ?
That at the end of the day means nothing
Another sports match ?
that ends in a draw. Felt like wasted time.

Time is what I need. Time to tell the people I love, I love them. And be simple focused on nothing else but them.

It's time out. And the world needs to play along.
313 · May 2018
You are my winter.
Caity Klaassen May 2018
As each new snow flake fell from the sky

My heart became bitterly cold at the thought of you

Your winter season
Has set in on me

What a cold winter it will be

Your winter holds no prisoners

You were harsh this time round

My forgiveness for you has slowly run out...

I call upon Summer to breathe
New life onto my wintery heart.
288 · Apr 2016
Society
Caity Klaassen Apr 2016
I'm finding it hard to breathe lately,
society is contaminating my air.

They coming for you. They might destroy you. Precautions are needed.

Dress right or else they'll talk. Act right or else they'll talk. What ever you do they might just talk.

Try out run them. They aim  for too much.Their heads are in the clouds but their feet are still hanging on the ground.

I get mad when I see it, this phone ruled world. There's people dying and everybody so worried about their next typed word.

Forgive me if I'm old fashion but where is the simplicity of life. The one where mom tucks you in and dad fixes your bike.

Society can ruin you, let along destroy you. Think out of the box they say.

However when you do they'll turn their heads away. Contradiction to its finest. Be who you are and Don't be afraid.
256 · Feb 2017
Women Rising
Caity Klaassen Feb 2017
My body is not up for a penny or dime.
My female feministiy has been created with the ut most Devine.
Freckle by freckle, curve by curve.

I am a women and I will shine.

I will shine because I don't need make up to ignite my fire.
I have already been set ablaze

With my wild hair my thoughts,my feelings, my gestures my inner most nature of being a women.

Why hide from it when you should be owning it. Society often makes it seem that boys do one thing and girls do another and that there aren't any in betweens

To hell with society and what they think.

I am a women and I will shine.

I will shine for those who can't, stand up for those who have been told kitchen is kitchen and women are made for babies babies and more babies.

I will shine because I have the ability to shine because being a women doesn't make you less or more, it just makes you equal.


And equal is for all.


My inner most flesh desires a day where women are no longer classified by there breast or ***  but by there intelligence, feelings and inner most zest.

I am a women and I will shine.

We are women and we will shine.
210 · Mar 2018
Your mixtape is on repeat
Caity Klaassen Mar 2018
I’ll be staring at the sea
As you tip toe around the pebbles trying to get my attention.

I’m locked in on you, I won’t shift my gaze until you tell me to.

I can’t get along with this recurring thought of wanting something I’m not suppose to.

But I’m not complaining, I’m making space in my mind to entertain the thought of you.
208 · Jul 2018
Never ending change.
Caity Klaassen Jul 2018
Learning that situations, people, relationships...change is one of the hardest aspects of life to overcome.

I prefer  to not hold onto things so dearly, but instead enjoy the now, enjoy the person or relationship you are in.

And when it’s gone let it go and be thankful for that thing or person that crossed paths with yours.

Sometimes you have to let things go, to let them grow.
198 · Aug 2017
Flower child happy
Caity Klaassen Aug 2017
A seven letter imperfection is its perfections. You see it's not even nor hole just in its prime waiting to come alive.

We a lot like perfect prime a seven letter perfection trying not to be that one imperfection. It's okay to be seven letter prime. See if your even then you just like all the other Guys.

You've been around for long. Suit and tie that's your song. Laid up late worrying about the bills you have to pay and all the people that get in your way.

This world is harsh. It cuts you down puts you in your place,it's all around, it Consumes who we are and before you know it Your the seven letter prime still patiently waiting to feel alive.

we told from a young age different is wrong, normally looked down , frowned upon.

Don't think out the box, Dont love the different colours because your family won't like that. We told who we must be. To be prime is just not what you want to be. To be whole and equal and fully fair. That's who you are to be. Not prime and different then you weird and artistic.

To hell with the world and the Conformities they create. Be prime, be out there, be happy, think out the square.
189 · Feb 2018
Burdens of the world.
Caity Klaassen Feb 2018
The world burdens her heart.
It slowly shattered it into tiny  unrecognized pieces.

Piece by piece She attempted  to repair it.

Piece by piece She rebuilt the once beating ***** that felt so much for the souls around her.

Told not to care,instead to gaze her eyes upon happier matters.
But her heart won’t stop beating for humanity.

This world is only going to break her heart.

She wasn’t built for this despair. Her soft heart couldn’t handle the world she was living in.
181 · Dec 2017
Better than this.
Caity Klaassen Dec 2017
It’s at night my thoughts come alive. The darkness seems to bring out the savatagery of my mind

The unspeakable day time conversation would be horrified at my imagination.

So often I feel like a mad hatter. Ive become so attached to people who waste me.

I’m there for their enhailment of oxygen but I breathe in their contaminated air.
I’m there for the entertainment but nobody cares if I’m okay with it.

I’m a source of boredom fixing but I’m tired of fixing when I myself need repair.

I can no longer be the happy wonder that graces your being. My soul has been drowning and I need some relieving.

I let my walls down only to have them rebuilt. I can no longer be open about my inner eccentric self.

— The End —