Each line,
each sound enters a secret combination and swings wide a door of opportunity to me who follows
And as it appoaches it's close, the line turns and holds open that door, just for a few moments, before moving on,
and if you're quick enough, if you time it right, you who follow can take the weight without the skill needed to open it, and so you say your thanks
and then you too can pause as you look back and pass the weight , the opportunity onto a someone who follows on.

And so we follow, on to the turn of the next words of revelation,
timing and attention crucial to maintaining the flow of opportunity
until every now and then a mis-step necessitates a stretch, a reach and catch of the door, giving effort to reverse the swing and maintaining the offering of access
and in return we might receive a thank you from they who follow us.
And smiling, we follow on.

Those folks
They cry about forgotten love
As though it's a thing of yesterday
We all snicker at their naiveté
For it is known their love cares little
So cry on, little poet, cry your little heart out
But you achieve nothing

Those folks
They weep as though they're wounded
Yelling wolf about some depression
What's got you down? Some advice
Maybe stop taking yourself so seriously
Poems about how hard it is from noblemen
You've never seen the Tysa overflow

Those folks
Crying over your mother like a child
So what if she is dead?
Shouting to the rest of us like some imbecile
Crazed upon the perch of suicide
When it is just a woman who birthed you
Why, mine didn't even love me

Those folks
Singing odes to addiction
Be it hiding behind drugs or alcohol
Snubbing your face with powder
Locking yourselves in your room
Suspended bodies of privilege
Crying about hardship

Those folks
Who have never been attacked by their own mind
Assaulted by their trusted
Tricked by those they loved
Who've never seen a man take his life
Or heard someone get shot
And think they've been through it all

Those folks
Who have never heard the true songs
The real notes of reality pass them by
Hide from the world all you want
But those prophets were once right
And if you had listened you might know
But you just assumed you're as smart

You folks
With your upper-class *****
Your cliques of conceit and deceit
Those godforsaken silver windows
You've never seen it rain like it does
You've never seen the fire in the forest
So quiet down, you good-for-nothing *******.

I have started to notice
I am not the same
My choices have changed me
Into the woman
I am today
I have started to notice
I fear everything more
I don't want to walk outside
Anymore
I hate the world
For what we have become
A hateful Community
That is what we are

miles and miles we had walked ,
4:00 had become my favorite time,
Going to school without a single dime ,
sometimes I eat ,sometimes I don't ,
lightheaded at times but that didn't stop me,
The looks at school I got constantly,
when I announced I don't have any money,

The sadness I felt when I saw others who had it,
Tears are my food so I am always full,
Gut wrenching hunger tears through me daily ,
The look on her face when I leave for school ,
knowing her child will be hungry all day ,
My thoughts of a better life was all I thought about ,
Not having much I learnt how to do without,
Coming back from school was always the best ,
Because then I would eat forget the rest,
Alwyas thought about it as fasting ,
At times it all felt overwhelming,
But I knew better than dwelling in a life that had me drowning ,

Looking at them when evening came ,
Had parents that came for them when I had to walk in the rain ,
stones pricked through the hole in my shoe caused me pain,
Asked myself if I was praying in vain,

It all taught me how to be tough ,
To not cower when things get rough ,
The pain in my eyes is what causes me to survive,
Makes me think sometimes if I want to stay alive ,
They laughed because it was so funny not having rich parents with money,
what mattered was I had a family that love me ,

My sister's were my first friends,
said we will never leave each other til the end ,
It hurt me to think someday they will bend ,
And maybe won't answer my texts that I send,

I have accepted it all the sad truth that is my life ,
To overcome is my goal ,
For someone to hear my voice and thoughts ,
I now love the sadness my life brought.

It's behind my eyes everything I try to hide ,
Keep it all in is what I do ,
Let it consume me ,devour me
The things I go through is what they don't see ,
High up are my walls ,the pain seeps in ,
But that is just the beginning of my Oblivion ,sadness takes over,
It's never my time always on the sidelines,
My existence is like Alzheimer's never in memory,
I send them but they aren't heard,
my happiness has been cut like the wings of a bird ,

They run down my cheeks like a roof that leaks,
I am the outcast what defines me is my past,
Letting them down is what I always do,
Can't think of any reason why it's never my season,
To bloom, grow and show off my beauty,
To make everyone happy is my duty,
It seems that way my happiness is always at bay ,
can't wait to see that day ,
where everything goes my way ,

What hurts me the most is the strong composure I keep ,
Knowing everything is within me so deep ,
I love it the feeling of my chest constricting,
Everything coming down ,
That façade falling to the ground ,
Crying underneath the sheets I make no sound ,
To know it's whom I love that puts me in this position,
Gets me beyond recognition,

I'll never understand what they get from it ,
Hurting, destroying and controlling people,
Not anymore
I've had enough
I'm saying this is the end .

Me?
We!