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 Feb 2019 Kalyopée
This morning I cried
In front of sixty people
Still, I felt alone
 Jan 2019 Kalyopée
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
 Jan 2019 Kalyopée
 Jan 2019 Kalyopée
You see my brown skin
And assume I'm a ****.

You see my hijab
And assume I'm a terrorist.

You see the smile on my face
And assume I'm happy.

You hear my words
And assume I'm okay.

But I am not.

Instead I am broken.
Yet I am also strong.

I am dark and rule-following.
I am peaceful and Muslim.

You assume based on
Society's POV.

If you smile
You must be happy.

Fox, CNN, any media
Tells you I am a terrorist.
So the names I get called
And the extra security checks
Are extremely upsetting.

The murders of black folk
Is either considered appropriate
Or it's "black on black crime"
So it's not taken seriously.

Who are you gonna believe
Me or those who don't know me?
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
You're like nail paints.
I want you
to stay,
but not in parts.
So, I eventually
need to
scratch you off.
I wished you would have stayed. But not anymore.
 Jan 2019 Kalyopée
needs a dark mode
my eyes burn
it's too bright
when I can't sleep at night
I really want to read poetry in the dark
 Jan 2019 Kalyopée
This generation is a lot
Of kids walking around with
Big smiles in public, crying
Their eyes out in private using
Drugs to to medicate themselves
To feel some sort of happy
Surrounding themselves with
People whom they still find
Themselves feeling lonely
This poem goes out to those who find each day difficult living in. Those who feel lonely even when they are surrounded by lots of people.

But also, this goes out to those kids walking around with big smiles and eyes so happy you can see the pain right through them. You're NOT alone!

People who use drugs to feel happy, I know you're struggling but help is always there for you to find. You don't need drugs for happiness.

The poem is inspired by the song "Medication" by Yungblud, a young lad from up North in England.
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