By Arcassin B.

Dos and don't , they could both be right and wrong
if you do the math,
special hearts bring a light to your soul and make
you feel like you want to cook your mother  a meal
she didn't plan on having but you thought the gesture
was kind anyway, i digress , where's my place?
I wish that were my reality instead of a filled hate,
i wish that people could see what I see, and can relate,
i wish things didn't have to be what they portray,
i wish family could grow closer by the day and take
away the pain,
but it was always darkness,
always darkness,
what's the occasion for the evening,
light fires , anarchists.

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You're a different species my heart,
you're a new prophecy,
more than what I could be right now.

speak to me like you speak to your mom,
love me like your last dead pet,
i want it all love.


©abpoetry2020

I know I’m meant to feel like the world is an oyster I have yet to crack, like the guts and savory things of life lie just beyond this seemingly impassable barrier of youth.

I am meant to love myself to love others, expected to be grown up but humble; for I am a child in a room full of adults whose legs are trees and I am a sapling not tall enough to reach the rays of sunlight that are experience and wisdom. But how am I to grow if you keep me in the shade. When will I be tall enough if you starve me with words of discouragement, deny me the promise that something lies beyond the world I know now. How will I ever reach for the skies when you tell me this is the best it gets. That I should be grateful for the lack of responsibility I have.

“Oh hush little sapling, you know nothing of the world beyond this grove.” But I know what it feels like to have storms sweep through, I have felt lightning on my skin as I witness injustice, and shameful rain as I stay rooted to the ground. I beg of you let me through! Part your branches so I may shoot forward into the sky, sing me songs of luck as I climb higher and higher, no longer sapling but great redwood, my skin may grow rough but I will grow richer; in all the things one needs for happiness. Rich in love. Rich in passion. Rich in character and empathy.

I will relish those savory things of life as they spill out before me, work to catch them before they are swallowed up by the unfortunate decomposition that happens to all missed opportunities.

And when you are tired and sunburnt, let me give you shade as you gave me, a great redwood child holding the sun up with her branches and the world down with her roots.

You can't see behind the picture,
you can't hear all the noise.