To the Days I Felt Safe: For those who Tie knots around their necks, With words they once heard Sound fancy enough they choke upon their diction You do not belong. For those Whos hands wave And voices shiver, To cover the emptiness of their words You do not belong. For those who- Sit in corners And draw airplane in their minds, And create universes So that their little airplane can find A reason to fly; And by the end of the day in school They would learn that, Black holes are never darker that the pits of our day dreamt creations, And moons cannot reflect All the rays of imagination A little kid dives in, Each day, Sitting in corners, Inspired by the spirals On the edges of his copybooks Because what’s in the middle of the page Was never his concern; He did not belong. For those who paint their dreams Red blue and green On the back of their veins While their skin is dead pale You do not belong. For those who find difficulties reading, And find haven in short words And in pauses after sentences And in deaths after paragraphs, And find heaven when no text book is open You do not belong. For those who can love Hard enough to call it love You do not belong- I do not belong. For those who are tired of their deafening surroundings, The fruitless noises Of teenagers who forgot how to think, Their voices that shatter Like ultra-violet rays Hitting ozone layers; Who are tired of loved ones that fail to realize, That the beauty of their souls Rises and falls Twists and turns And burns to the core of my heart, Till it bleeds Verses of spoken word poetry Of words unspoken, You do not belong. And belonging is relative And death- is partial, For social circles squeezed too tight That it’s too hard to breathe, And our egos grew too wide We forgot who we really are Although we’re full of ourselves. But our imagination; takes us away Till we realize How far we are From who we could be.