Saving for nothing the lazy will say. I take no money I make no pay. Nerves are shot hair is gray. Not living for tomorrow just for today. We're breaking her back she's down on her knees. They make the plague and invent the disease as they steal from the poor and make em' say please. The weather forecast says we're in for a naked storm. Build up the bombs that burst from the core. So we can pile up the bodies on a course for the morgue. Fire on the warpath so the corpses are warm. Call it their duty so they believe that they're needed policing the masses until their lives are depleted. Sitting at the lip on the edge of the cliff believing the lies, losing your grip. fingers are ****** as you're feeling em' slip. Sliding down fast with your fleeting regret. They're breaking her back she's begging them please. Feed her some plague and make her believe. Build a device to maker concede propagate War set the beast free. Batten down the hatches prepare for the storm. Send a barrage of bullets on a course for the norm. Settle for nothing and you'll never have more. coddle your loved ones to make them feel warm.
I do not want to confine myself to a cubicle I do not want to type my way through a day I do not want to bite my nails, fearing I ‘d fail I do not want to smoke my anxiety, on a Thursday I do not want to miss sunrise, in traffic I do not want to train a fake smile I do not want to mingle, even when I’m single I do not want to leave quarantine, even if you call it a syndrome I do not want to jump into busy, I do not miss it I do not want to forget how to value I do not want to rush, I like the pause I do not want to live by time, I want to control time I do not want to consume a designated lunch, I want to make lunch matter I do not want lockdown to end
Unsettled heart keeping me up at night Emotions leaving me raw, overcome What was once okay lost its security Who am I and what have I become?
What sacrifices am I making and Where will these sacrifices take me next? I'm afraid that they won't understand I'm afraid of the judgement they'll project
And so the words remain hidden inside. Whilst people abide by what they should see The words free to roam, wreak havoc on my mind. And agree to expel what shouldn't be.
Never afraid of what would never happen Until I saw what was not to be seen again
Trying my hands at a Shakespearean sonnet style of writing. The syllable count varies on purpose.. the rhymes didn't quite make it, I'm too used to free verse poetry... The message rather than the words is what has me writing
Mothers. Possibly one of the significant contributors of the phrase “Empowered Women, Empower Women.” They overcome adversities, challenge social norms and break down barriers – rising and raising their child with them.
They plant flowers in the garden of their children, so they can bloom. They pour love out like a waterfall and nurture those who drink from it. They enflame hearts with compassion. They orchestrate and create harmony amongst their children creating a beautiful symphony. They pave roads and liberate. They voice out and amplify the ones of their own.
Here is to their depths of love that supports and caresses. To their cheers that uplifts. To how they raise and confront the world. To their softness. To their boldness. To their resilience. To their sacrifices. To them bringing out the best in us.
Here is to their ability to create an insurmountable power that only grows. Here is to them to being driven and passionate in their own authentic way. To them carrying out their integrity. To them setting examples, aspiring us to emulate.
To the ones who give birth, adopt, educate and raise. To the ones who devote their lives to their families care, to the ones who balance. Here is to them creating ripples carried over generation. To them shaping us and thereby shaping the world after them.
Tall Short Society will judge you rich or poor Fat Skinny Ugly Beautiful Society will label you in every form Introvert Extrovert Whatever -vert they try to label you They'll never truly know You wouldn't allow being labeled You stand out of any social norm they try to place you Extrovert Introvert You laugh knowing you are neither Beautiful Ugly Skinny Fat You couldn't believe those four words measure beauty Short Tall How could any of these labels measure the depths of any human?
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