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I like the way you only ever gave a **** about your self.

The way you always started off every sentence with "I"

You never cared for me or my feelings, you use to hug me when I was sad because you thought it helped. Well it only ever helps if you know the problem.

You think because you're the hotter of the two of us.

That I will just stand here and kiss your ***.

I try day to day to do my best. I don't need you, I don't need you, I never did.

That's why I call you a *****..

**My secondary personality that you built in me.
i grabbed you and i
asked you how i
could possibly make you
happy .
and you looked at
me , and told me
you'd be happy if
i was happy .

i tried so *******
hard to
fix myself ,
but you were gone
by the time i started to smile .
the distance has been growing longer
while my heart seems to grow so much fonder
of you and all those lovely things you do
making me hope to someday be
as unmistakably impeccable as you

and when you see me,
what do you look at?
the longing in my eyes or
the tension in my lips
and the way they yearn for yours.

and take me where you please,
tell me what to take a look at
raise my mind from the floorboards
to the way your innocence sits
reminding me of the purity of what i adore.

and some day will come
where our fingers meet the skin
of the other, under a shining sun
and our story will truly begin.

with touch, with eyes meeting the others'
never too much, not enough for another
but enough for us
to relish in
and trust

so my dear, i hope to see you soon
thinking of all the beauty i'd have to lose
if i were to forget about you.
I am a child not a bride.
I am a child not a wife.
I am a child not a mom.
I am a child and I have rights.

I am a child not a bride.
This is too much, too early for my age
To make me a vow to be engage
How could I marry a man, 3x of my age?

I am a child not a wife.
How could someone own my life?
Do I deserve all this strife?
Why don’t you just **** me and get a knife.

I am a child not a mom.
Giving birth, I almost died.
I should be studying, not nurturing.
I should be living, not dying.

I am a child and I have rights!
Rights for life, education and liberty.
Rights you own and taken away!
Rights that I should have, but never you give.

How could someone rate for my virginity?
How could someone take away my liberty?
How could someone trade me as customary?
Why they don’t want me to live happily?

I am living for all their concerns
They took away all my innocence
For the days that I scream
Did anyone care about my dream?

How could I explain the beating?
It feels like I am dying.
My hurt had no healing
Nobody think about my feeling.

I AM A CHILD NOT A BRIDE.
I AM A  CHILD NOT A WIFE
I AM A  CHILD NOT A MOM.
I AM A  CHILD AND I HAVE RIGHTS!

#EarlyMarriage
I was preparing my lesson plan about Early Marriage, and I found out that most children specifically young girls are getting married at a very young age, not because they want to. Still, the situation, tradition, life status, and society dictate everything for them. I hope I wish and I pray we can do something about it.
she's more human at night.
the cold quiets her

racing heart and
wandering mind, it

forces her to search and
teaches her to be still, she's
less human at night.
Originally a visual/graphic poem.
http://thecuriouswanderings.tumblr.com/image/71505977407
You think you know me.
I think I know you.
We know nothing
As we move forward
Slouched in our office chairs of despair
Some moving full throttle, the others stay still
Still
All in the same place
All at the same level
The illusion of movement
Competitiveness run amok and awry
An experiment gone wrong
An experiment in our endless longing, our search
Our eventual journey
As we seek greatness and perfection
While shattering the thought of it.

We have been taught to question
Questions bring greatness
Greatness is what we long for

Greatness has been subjugated
No longer an aspiration, but a trade
Not a product of inspiration
But a product of greed

Art is dead
Love is dead
All is dead

What once was an abstract concept
Is now concrete
And invisible
Nothing
A black hole
Constructed from the shattered hopes and dreams
Of millenials and those who felt like we do throughout history

What does "millenial" mean anyway?
In every context it encapsulates
Consumerism
Greed
Selfishness
Hypocrisy

Art is dead
Love is dead
All is dead
And we killed it

We dealt the death blow.

We lack heart
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with greatness
Greatness comes from accomplishments
Accomplishments come from knowledge
Knowledge comes from aspiration
Aspiration comes from inspiration
Inspiration...
comes from the metaphysical heart

The hollow men had no soul
and neither do we

We lean together
We do not embrace
We do not take the next steps
Only leaning
We lack what we need to see it through

We are incapable of maintaining relationships.
For our stamina is gone
In its place, divorce, infidelity,
shallowness
relationships based on looks and dreams
dreams of perfection
based on the wrong definition

We are the hollow men

We are hollow
We are... despairing

Despair
why would we despair?
if we did not care?
are we then hollow?
if we worry,
is that not out of concern?
is concern
not out of love?
does love...
not stem from the heart?

Sometimes I wonder
Can you still have a heart
If you have a mind in the way?
I myself am a huge fan of The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot.
My use of the term "greatness" mocks speakers like Jordan Belfort, who claim that they have risen to it.
My use of the line "Art Is Dead" references the song of the same name by Bo Burnham. It's brilliant, and I would suggest you check it out. The line "You think you know me" references Bo's song/piece "We Think We Know You," as well.

This poem was written 'all at once,' meaning that there were no edits made. This was simply my stream of consciousness.

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