A large amount written down. I've  figured it out.  

How not to drown;  The lead of my pencil ran out.

Thus the switch to a feather quill getting more ill.

How Chimerical ? brb

Acquainted with my realm distribution of Immortal cells.

This system strange strains of wisdom.

Immune to gravity.

Energy within me energy within you.

The sun and the moon.

While you swim in the water's deepest darkest mood

                                                           ­                       I feel it relaxes you.

Flowers are picked

Buttons are clicked

Strings are twisted

Names are listed

Leaves are falling

People are calling

Possible sweet childhood memories,
filled with fear of the night.
Children are supposed to fear a fake monster,
not a real one.

This monster didn't hide under the bed,
and he wasn't just in my head.
He was bruises on my legs,
and a ripped up nightgown.

He was an unwanted presence,
and he was more than a nightmare.

I still feel like a child,
scared of a memory that does not fade with age.
I still can't go a night without worrying,
that the monster will return.

I bid you all a fond farewell
As these bones turn to dust in capitalist shackles.
No more will my voice be silenced
By gender roles and repression.
My foremothers gave me my rights nearly a century ago
And you still act like it’s pocket change.
No more.

I will rise above this consumerist nation
And be heard.
Feminism means equality, not women over men.
Don’t take offense when I lock my car doors.
You’ve proven yourselves untrustworthy.
“Not all men.”
But enough men.

I am not backing down; I am not giving in.
I am breaking free of conformity,
Barely comfortable in the skin you told me was imperfect.
Flip-flopping your beliefs; I am never good enough for you.
But I will always be good enough for myself.