#breakthecycle
I have had to fight my own matriarch for my rights.
I have had to learn on my own to fight.
I have witnessed a woman birth boys and girls all the while boys will be boys.
I have witnessed her loud will to fight for herself but her completely denial of me.
I have struggled with this syndrome of men being more deserving of forgiveness.
They don’t know any better, they are just dumb, we have to teach them.
No ma’am. I didn’t birth them. I didn’t choose to bring them into this world and refuse to teach them right.
I didn’t choose to pass the blame as they grew into adulthood and spewed hatred of you and me and all those like us.
I sat quietly as you punished me far more severely than them.
I sat desperate for the right attention while you shamed me and hated me.
I walked through and protected you while you refused to protect me.
I live with conflict inside my chest.
Do you love me or do you hate me?
I shrank myself because of you.
My matriarch tore me down.
She confused me.
She bound my hands and gagged my mouth.
She is strong and loud, courageous and brave.
She gave me the fire I have inside but she tried to burn me with it first.
She loves me but she loves them more than me.
She didn’t fight for me the way she did for them.
She took up her place as woman but her hand reaches out to man.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
You can hold me —
but only with open hands.
You can call me —
but only with a voice soft enough
to leave my name free in the wind.
Control once broke me.
Chains once fooled me.
But I’ve rebuilt my soul
with scorched truth
and stubborn fire.
So trap me again, if you must —
but only with love.
Only with warmth.
Only with the kind of touch
that frees
while holding tight.
Because I will never kneel
to anything less
than love.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
He traced my limits with dripping fate,
A careless god with a water-drawn gate.
I ran in circles—dry shrinking fast,
Each lap a loop, a haunted past.
The lines closed in, the world grew tight,
No sky above, no edge in sight.
Till even breath became a crime,
And drowning felt like passing time.
But something wild refused to die,
Not strength—just rage at a soaking lie.
I kicked the flood, broke rules of grace,
And carved my way through scattered space.
Now here I stand, soaked to skin,
On dry land, breathing in—
Like I was never trapped at all,
Like the flood was just a small downfall
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
One to twelve, one to twelve,
clocks on the wall, one to twelve.
Circle circles, cycle cycles,
chains of time on the mind, stuck in this hell.
Back into the light, you've came here so many times;
deja vu flashes clues yet you still can't tell,
how we used to be able to reach thirteen but they've got us stuck in this cycle of one to twelve.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Stop letting them tear you down
No need to have depression when they’re moving on in this life
Strive to prove them wrong about the things they say
Don’t let anyone get in your way of making it life
Don’t destroy your beautiful body anymore
The best revenge to dish out is to show society wrong
So it’s time to break the cycle
Maybe it’s time to break the cycle of self-harm
It’s time to break the cycle of suicide
It’s time to change how they think of us
The suffering that we’ve been through has made us stronger
No longer will we let anyone them tear us down
Because I’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel
Fight the silence, break the cycle of isolation
Speak up and be proud of who you are
No need to cry anymore
Cause no longer will we be torn apart by despair
Maybe it’s time to break the cycle of self-harm
It’s time to break the cycle of suicide
It’s time to change how they think of us
Let’s change the channel on how they look upon us
By far they have watched us fall but they’ll watch us rise
We are no longer your slaves
HEYUH!!!
Maybe it’s time to break the cycle of self-harm
It’s time to break the cycle of suicide
It’s time to change how they think of us
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
She wanted to be the girl to make something
Beautiful
Out of that snarled blackness that she had always existed in
To make a light to guide
Into a future of freedom, normal
She hoped they might open their eyes, see the light,
Follow
But there they stayed in their comfort of nothingness, a hopeless future and those after to live in the same
That was okay
That girl will still shine
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC