27/F/maine I'm 27 years old and a psychology major. I used to write poetry all the time but in the recent years havent written much of anything. I'm hoping to get inspired and jump back into it again. 8 followers / 589 words
All these kids are bleeding And there ain't nobody stampeding To do a thing but Put a bandaid on the situation Replace a conversation But they forget that these kids Cries sound just like a gat Until bodies start hitting the mat
All these kids keep fighting Cause they think it'll stop the pain Remove the blame But they don't realize That the suffering won't cease Until we stop muffling voices And stepping on feet Start walking to your own beat And don't worry about the neighbors Unless he doesn't have enough to eat
You stood there Soaking wet in the doorway Muttering something about the weather A stranger in our home You looked as though you'd always belonged somewhere else A permanent fixture in my life but always behind thick glass You took off your coat and hung it on the clothes line Right next to your heart
So many voices So many words I can't think So I scream But even I don't hear Anything but shouting Of kids in the halls Brothers and sisters Cousins and neighbors They all become muffled Over the sound Of someone pulling a trigger Shooting a gat Blasting away all the things they were too ashamed to say or maybe were too afraid