Place your toes on the bottom line, and take a look and take in a breath, take inspiration drawn in from the borrowed, from the passing, from the whatever-passes-for-solomon. And redefine yourself, for yourself, once again.
But don't stray over those well-rehearsed lines. Don't ever improvise.
Restrictions I’m *******, Caged Dead Caged Sick Caged Confused
I’m shackled to the words of the Old That bind me To a life I do not want Blind me In a fruitless rage
I see colors in dull hues when you remind me Of all I cannot be Because I am Me
I feel the panic Static in my mind and brain I go insane at your words “Because you’re a girl” I’d much rather you **** me ‘Cause those words constrict me Suffocate me Make me wish for death as I drown helplessly in your judgement
Oh Judge Jury and Executioner! Have mercy I do what you say I am what you think you want Please leave me alone I am pleading Down on my knees, hands clasped Have mercy!
I do what you want, when you want, how you want I limit my questioning so you don’t shout out those dreaded words “Because you’re a girl” They are the noose Slowly wrapping itself around my neck A coiling, winding, unwinding snake
Come on Is this really what you want? Panic and anarchy inside of me As the tears flow down my eyes, into my throat to drown me
I watch as you fill up my lungs with concrete And expect me not to bleed from the inside out
Well I am all out of blood I am dead, I am done I’ve been buried alive Go find your next victim.
To anyone who feels shackled by rules of a society that has outlived its relevance.
Why are there people like this in the world? They bring you down to the ground. The way they bring you down hurts and it is hard to ever get up again. Something restricting your strength. Overpowering your body. A strange feeling of guilt mixed with anger builds inside of you. But the lack of strength limits you to take any action. So you just lay there on the ground. Crying. Until the pain eventually goes away...
Poetry gives our soul a voice The courage to write without hesitation and proclaim without explanation To the point that it is no longer poetry, but the words we have been choking on in fear of being criticized