little girl
why do you look so sad?
you have a home
a mom
a dad
little girl all by herself
curses the world
and everyone else
little girl
why do you cry?
did he tell you he loved you then say goodbye?
little girl
fell for his games.
pretty girl
what a shame
little girl
she no longer reads
because the endings always break her heart
little girl
caught up in another world
little girl
why do you scream in your head?
her nightmares terrorize her in bed.
little girl
has stopped sleeping
precious girl
has stopped eating
darling girl
please don't break completely
lovely girl
don't stop breathing
your life is more precious than you think
little girl
watches her blood flow down the sink
little girl
please hold on
little girl
please stay strong
little girl
with an ancient soul
little girl
please grow old
little girl
it will be alright
little girl
sleep well tonight
tomorrow is another day
she knows it will be filled with pain
for a new start
you cannot fix a broken heart
little girl
turns out the light
little girl
slept forever last night.

the first time i prayed i was 4
i asked god to not let father hurt mother
but the next morning i walked into the kitchen
greeted by pancakes
and my mother with a black eye
i remember how mad i was
at father
for hurting my mother
at mother
for staying there
at myself
for not helping when i heard the yelling at 3 am
and at god himself for not protecting my mother
my precious mother

mother took me to church every sunday
and at 5 years old the pastor dunked me in a pool full of water
he said he was washing away my sins
and i remembered how hard i cried
when i lied to my mother the next day about putting away my toys
because now all the sin was back
and i was scared i would never get a chance to wash it away again
but the truth is it never left

at 6 years old my father took me to church on sunday
instead of my mother
he said she didn't feel good
i watched as my father walked to the front of the church
when everyone began to leave to go home
and he began to scream
and cry
and pound his fists on the aulter
then he walked back to me when he had finished
taking my hand and bringing me home
my mother was awake when we returned
and she greeted me
with a hug
trying her best to cover up the bruise on her left cheek with make-up

when i was 7 years old i was startled awake by the sound of yelling coming from the kitchen
i had decided that this was it
i needed to do something
so i got out of bed
and walked into the kitchen to confront my father
when i walked into the kitchen
i raised myself to be as tall as i could manage
but i didn't even get to speak
before i felt his hand across my cheek

at 8 years old i sat in my room
father was gone
but there were still men in the house
because my mother had to find love somewhere
i just wasn't enough

when i was 10 years old
my mother introduced me to a man
and that was strange
because she had never introduced me to one of her men before
they are married now
but i could never love him

when i was 11 my mother dropped me off at school
and i was sat in front of a boy with brown floppy hair
he tugged on the end of my pony tail
and i turned around and hit his hand
the teacher sat me at a table by myself
and i began to pray
that was the day i was told it was not appropriate to pray in school

i was 13
and the boy who use to tug my ponytail
now sends me love letters
that i kept in a box under my bed
i did not want anyone to see them
not even my mother
because they were mine
and i prayed to god to let me keep the boy
who signed every card with an x

but when i was 14
the boy fell in love with the girl with the long blonde hair
and the pretty blue eyes
and i decided that god doesn't listen to me
so i decided i would no longer pray

at 15 the boy and i began talking again
but it would never be the same
because he always had his ******* his arm
and the boy and i watch the stars
and talk about the things we love
and she is always on his list
and he shows me his writing
he writes about her a lot
he tells me his dreams
and she is always a part of them

i am 16 years old
and i am in love with the boy who pulled my hair
and wrote me love letters
and fell for another girl
but now
looks at me when he speaks his poems
because his girl is too busy to show
and holds my hand when he is shaky afterwards
which is something she will never know

and i told myself i wouldn't do this
i told myself i wouldn't pray
but now i just can't seem to help it
i need you more than ever
and every night
before to sleep
i pray for you
to fall in love with me.

Land of the Free
Yet ranks 20th in the world
Land of the Free
Unless you aren't
White, rich, and male
Unless you aren't
Christian or Atheist.
Slam the borders!
Americans insist
Keep them out!
Let no one in!
Land of the Free
We sing
And chant
Land of the Free
Proud are we
Land of the Free
But not.

Please
Leave me
Alone
I do not care
To see your
Face
Or hear your
Voice

Friends with modesty, honesty and quality
Friends with novelty, loyalty and equality,
Is What all desire,
And
Friends with disability, social inequality and religiosity,
Friends with 'weird' human ecology, and 'discriminating' ideology...
None wants to acquire..

Some traits of these,
Are undesirable for sure,
But not even a single person of them,
Need to be ignore(d)...

We all are humans, we all are friends,
We all are lovers of humanity,
We all are creators of humanity and
We all are sufferers of humanity...

We all are friends, we all are a family,
We all are a human colony..

Although all poets write well, only those becomes popular who learn to respect the work of others..