#speakpiece
I wonder how my ancestors feel
Knowing their escape from home
Would lead
To children ***** in cages
Traced
Nameless
Unheard of conditions
Like their rabid dogs
But really puppies still needing their mothers milk
Who made those cages you call sanctuary
Who made those tinfoil sheets you call warmth
Who made those regulations?
Ripping the child from their parents grip
I've seen the ******* pictures
Those kids were strangling their mothers and fathers in order to not let go
There's no need for translation
This is universal
These children are treated like felons
With no warrant
No warning
Is this justice?
Does my so called president get off to this?
Is he not satisfied enough with his spray tan?
He takes it out on us?
I wake up in my bed
Every day I cant fathom
The nightmare those children wake up to
Alone with others like that look just like them.
Looking in the reflection their tears molded onto the shivering pavement
I cant even imagine
The thoughts that may race through their young and impressionable minds
Do they think they deserve it?
Do they think this is their fault?
If and when they do finally escape
How scarred will they be?
They already have a criminal record for being born
How will they survive in a society that imprisoned them before given an education
Before given a ******* a chance.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
Do You remember when you were the thought that embraced me when I was scared
I'm not a coward but with you
I was
Comfortable
Fragile
Soft
Not weak
Just safe enough to let go of my puffed chest and tightened biceps
I think back and I miss it like the first two baseballs in Chicken Little
For all the same reasons I miss childhood
In both ways I was secure
Taken care of
Reckless with decisions
My deception for healthy options
Was twisted in the twinkies tucked away in Zombieland
Nevertheless, I leaned on for support too much
I grew through all the pain
Pins and needles digging into my funny bones to laugh louder than the comedian in a dead crowd
And to no avail
I lay in dry blood covered in fresh scars
Poorly injected incisions
Equally infected decisions
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
My expectations
Present me
With a
Shared Sharp Shard
Of Glass
As rotten blood trickles down
Each spectacle
Overwhelming evidence
Seeps in each
Prickling crack
Blood wheeps
Floorboard creaks
It's the mailman
What a creep
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
First and foremost
Consensually
I will smother your canvas in painted handprints
Dignified touch
Such risks
Blue blood
Sincere matrimony
A cost
That the poor will pay to see
They'll amuse it to be
Fine tasting toilet water
Line dancing on eggshells
Flat footed *******
We'll make this exhibit our beautiful disaster
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
Maybe I ate too much that night
Maybe I acted immature
Maybe I didn't consider you feelings
Maybe I loved you
Maybe I hate myself
That May be
Maybe I wanted that phone call to last one more minute
Maybe I didn't want you to be a lesson learned
Maybe I could lose a couple pounds
Maybe I could dress different
Maybe I should grow my hair out
That may be
Maybe I could've opened that car door
Maybe I fought the unwinnable
Maybe I cried too loud
Maybe I texted too fast
Maybe I believed in us
That may be
Maybe I am insane
Maybe I needed more time
Maybe I listened to the wrong people
Maybe I can make it to you
Maybe I can have one more chance
That may be
May I
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
You say you want the entire platter
But your appetite says it can only
Handle a sample
Let's see how much you can digest
Or is it too much to swallow?
You're hungry
But you're a fool
I get it
You don't wanna overeat
You want leftovers
So many options the next day
Yet, you just snack
What's up with that?
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
Owls never lie
Foul fellows die
Follow the rules you must abide by
Follow the grapevine
Tell me what you find
Dine with a nice guy
You'll have a swell time
Laugh with the fools
Swim in the pools
Speak about waste
It will leave your mouth with an ugly taste
Carry your baggage upon your shoulder
Be sure to bring a sweater
It's gotten colder
If you spot a woman attacked, you better defend her
Lose your loose ties
It will benefit your last lies
Find the right woman
Hopefully, she won't end up like your past wives
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
Wind turbines
Are nothing
Compared to my
Phone line
Travelling through utility poles
Filling the hole of my lost soul
Wind to electricity
Is saddening
Phone to chemistry
Is ever so satisfying
The winds cool breeze freeze the hearts
The wires divine line admires our scorching spark
Emerging fire
Others admire
As she gently moans under my tangled wire
My electricity intensifies
Within my phone line
Oh she's so fine
So fine
And all mine
I ignite a fatal spark to those who dare wish to repair my line
Because
I'm fine
Can't you see that I am not alone
I have my phone
In hand
And yes, I understand she's long away
But whenever she dances
I sense her in my arms
She has a tender sway
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
I recall, caramel mocha frappe
Taste was good and that's about all
I recall, delusional chemistry
Breaking up seven times and making up six.
I recall, English 101
Meant to be in high school but stuck in eighth grade with me.
I recall, A Wing
An Amazon
I recall, freshman orientation
Handprint staircases
I recall, Spanish class
Skipping lunch to digest some knowledge in the biblioteca
I recall, Chick Fil A in a mall
Back of a car with a handful
I recall, sneaking out with the boys
Upset over Pink Floyd for the wrong reasons
I recall, a trip down memory lane
Writing a poem
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
Everyone salivates over you for your assets
You seem to choose the men that abuse
You're black and blue
A man with spoken care and knowledge is overdue
Your bruises open your eyes
They drive you into welcoming infinite skies
Dry your eyes
You're almost there
Lay in bed into the fading night
Dream a dream of a better life with beaming light
Once you wake, you'll cry no more
You'll awaken to a knight that loves to adore
He'll slay your sadness
He'll buy you tickets to cruises to ensure there will be no more bruises
Abusing fades inside
No more tears inside
Lay and wait, don't hide
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
Society forges the problems of the world from scraps
Voicing opinions as tools
Thicker than wool
Creating a line of division stronger than steel
While we allow the blacksmith to spin the disastrous wheel
This is no game
But if the price is right
We'll gladly "come on down" after they announce our name
Oh, the crimes we commit for the glory and fame
We, the Blacksmith
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
The spin to my records, Scream
Makes it all easier
To face the music
Relentless trouble
And I drown it all out with noise
A choice between Hell and America
Heaven now too good for anyone
I perish between
The perfect and righteous
The flawed, Rip the hostages
I've trapped
In my mind
They are chained and scarred by my mistakes
That in the moment were choices opposed
To a dead end
My screams now level
Only an octave higher
From the massacre I've deserved
I've been targeted
After...
All the abuse and trauma I caused
How could I have known then?
My mind once creating scenarios on how
I'd sceme my way into getting what I craved
I, deprived of what was not needed
Just wanted it so bad
Those I've hurt
I'd never hurt again
If given all tools and resources to do such
I'd use them upon my soul
To dispose of reek planted by shame
You live and learn
And all my knowledge now
Is put on hold until
Their hurt
Mirrors mine
Resembling
Shattered plastic
Because I'm stubborn
And Glass too fragile
Reminds me of a relic reflection
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
I may be young
But I believe 16 years of experience is worth 16 stepping stones
To reach the expectations of society
And spit in the face of it
We are prey to the predators
Involved in a war of existence
Where we bleed tears
And cry blood
Functioning wrong
Because we are told we are never right
Validation we rarely receive is sweet they say
The predators
But how do we know when they
The predators
Sliced our tongues to hide our screams
Trouble is lurking from the parents that gift the children with what they want
In contrast to what the children need
My pen doubles as a society cleanser
Writing all the wrongs in all colored inks
Inspired by the beautiful equal people
And I take that sliced, beaten down wood
So I can shove it down their ******* throats
And I find peace under their tears
I craft it into a blanket
Yes, its cold
However, my body is warm from the scars of bullet shells, death stares, and unwanted opinions
A shameful balance
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
Your name became the jingle
I hated from the moment heard
Then found myself singing it
The following morning
So catchy beneath my lips
It tangled into muscle memory
Too weak to loosen the grip
Of horrendous rhythm
Now laughter brews from concern
That it will never leave my mind
Thankfully
I've prepared for these occasions
Firstly, find distractions
As to
Stuffing my mouth
Clouding my mind
But it only stunts
My new nature
To repeat the sweet ring
Your name gives my heart
I cannot part from the joy
It brings to me like
The coolest toy I begged for
But what I know now all too well is that toy
Will become an afterthought
Collect dust on the tallest shelf
I'll never bother reaching
And I'll move on to the next catchy jingle
Let it marinate in my diaphragm
And allow it to eat me up entirely
Leaving me hollow
Only left with bits and pieces of all
The names I sang
To keep me company
****
I wish I never heard any
Of those **** Jingles
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
I hate cut grass
It is only a reminder that no matter how hard you shave it down
It just grows back vengeful
The due process only settles with the bag of worms let out
Airing out all the dirt
Making an already tense situation now uncomfortable
Like prickling grass between your toes when you've lost your chanclas
I hate cut grass
Love the smell
But that's besides the point
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC