Knowing the pain
Means

Letting our dear ones
To escape from it

i don't have a lot
of things

i had always wanted
a birthstone ring
and one was gifted
once upon a time

it was my most
prized possession

but when my eldest
daughter
started high school
i noticed
she needed something

i gave the ring to her

the gifter did not understand
how i could give away
the gift
if i loved him

and today my youngest
going through
some old jewelry boxes
noticed how
i give things away

and looking around the room
i realized all the tiny little things
my grandmother gave me
growing up

my most treasured things
made me feel loved

*i don't have much
but if i love you
it is yours

as a kid I have many experiences

am bullied am teased what not.

I always thought am good

and rest of the world is bad.

Am weak and hesistent to oppose

and if I try something to stop,

they are back fired on me.

But, my assumption or my analysis is wrong

Always there lies a humanity in everyone

It takes time to reach a maturity level

Once they reach that stage they know what to do.

I only grasped one thing if you change your stance

It won't effect others but, you the most

Transition from good to bad

Whatever people say or people do

Because this transition will completely change

Your life.

You have to learn how to control your emotions.

Conclusion no one is bad but situations make them bad

Every action is a result of a situation

We cannot change whole world

But, your change can influence others to change

You take credit for my poem
You've stolen my emotions,
my heart,my hurt and my notions
But you deny yourself the opportunity
Of being you for with my poems
It's me,whether it's your name
Underneath or above
Write your own, write something you deserve
For plagiarism is climbing a mountain from above
Try the slopes, hold to your hopes
Listen to that voice inside
One day you might become a poet
I wasn't one either
But stealing someone else's didn't get me here.

My hands and your body meet
You ask for more
I massage every inch neat
You say there is more
I think what did I miss
You say 'Mama, my teeth'
Huh!?

And I'm all ******* again.

You just don't get it.
I can't feed this addiction to you
Anymore
Because it's breaking me down.

You want to read my pages
But they're riddled with you
And you want to see my words
But they're all just your name.

And I need to learn to speak up
For myself.