your bullet of hate
shot in our infected heart
as it lay wide open
longing for true compassion

united we stand
bleeding the saltiest tears
crying over those
you have brutally taken from us

you will not win
we will not be divided
we are warriors
our holsters overflowing with love

i want to live a little longer


                                                i want to meet more of my people that i ghosted


but sometimes we cant recoup that into something new


                                         really?! i thought we've lost hope in all of humanity..


we did, and that's why this world is now more suicidal.
if only we could accomplish more in this time,
but we yet again failed


                                                               we fought for equality 2 years ago
                                           and yet we still abuse the action of freedom..


police abuse their guns against black people


                                       why would it do them right or anyone for that matter?


because this world has an ugly habit of repeating itself.
just because you don't like the color of their skin,
****** orientation,religion,race,or any planet! for god knows..
its not right to take a life or beat it for that dislike..


                                                       some people disgust me with their sins
                                                like, we were born to love and not hate or ****
                                                             can this just end?

it cant..i'm sorry
society can be strenuous.

So often we sit and wait
we cry ourselves to sleep
hope for the best
we are fake being happy
till we are really put to the test

we sob violently
under the sheets
afraid that someone may hear
because God only knows
that we as humans may shed a tear

so often we are just okay
afraid to speak up
to stay and say

we whine and trash talk
about our sisters alike
saying if only she was prettier
she wouldn't just be riding her bike

we call each other ***** and ******
teaching our daughters to grow up
thinking being a women is more of a chore

so often boys are treated like monsters
told they are nasty
til finally they match up
and get told they are ghastly
till finally they just give up

they say, "we don't want to be part of the standard anymore
we just want to be enough
why does my gender have to define me as all these things
I wish I wouldn't have grown up."

we treat them like trash
we throw everyone into last
don't you think
they may not all be the same

So often we see people walk past us
we never stop to ask what
we never even think maybe they had a rough day
we just keep walking,pushing
to stuck in our own ways

So next time you see someone
small and frail
nice,mean
female or male
short,tall
nasty,clean
not some but all
to look at them and say

"You my friend are beautiful in every single way."

Sometimes all i want to do is hold her tightly and make her feel as if nothing in the world can hurt her - She's safe
Other times I want him to hold me that same way as I sink into his arms, drowning in the smell of his cologne - I'm safe