#speakup
Not a stranger in the dark,
Not a shadow in an alley—
But someone who smiles at your child,
Shares jokes at your dinner table,
Sings the same songs,
Speaks your mother tongue.
His hand brushed past—
Too long to be chance,
Too casual to be innocent.
And yet,
You froze.
Because this wasn’t a monster,
Just a man
Everyone knew.
And liked.
You told yourself,
“Don’t overreact.”
What would the group say?
Would they roll their eyes,
Or worse—
Make it your shame to carry?
You were told to be graceful.
“Maintain harmony.”
“Don’t spoil the vibe.”
As if your bruised dignity
Could be tucked
Behind a polite smile.
He laughed louder that day.
You left quieter.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC
Told you I wasn’t okay, didn’t I?
Eyes filled with dread.
Hatred for life.
Told you I was tired, didn’t I?
Head screaming,
telling me to die.
Waving.
Begging.
Hoping someone would notice—
the pain of living a life I didn’t even want.
But you didn’t see me.
Hey —
see me now.
Did you ******* see me?
Or was I still invisible?
Hey —
listen to me now.
Did you ******* listen to me?
Then why did I still feel unheard?
It’s okay now.
Silence speaks louder than ever—
now that I’m in a casket.
It’s okay now.
Why do you mourn me,
when I died
because of your silence?
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
Atleast I have a mother who can eat everyday.
Atleast I have a mother who can eat.
Atleast I have a mother who can.
Atleast I have a mother who.
Atleast I have a mother.
Atleast I have a.
Atleast I have.
Atleast I.
Atleast.
Atleast you are human.
Atleast.
At the very least.
Maybe.
Not.
You don't speak up.
You don't speak.
You don't.
You.
It is easy to erase both of us when we don't resist.
There is no difference between you and me.
Except atleast you have a voice.
Atleast use it.
At the very least.
Prove you are a human.
At the very least.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
one day I will be oh-
so tall and with my gathered tears
i will build a water wall
nor paddle nor wind for I
will be flying
with a cast of all those with prisoner tongues marching behind me.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
Help me understand because I don't understand, it's got me questioning' like, "Why?
Just tell me why, tell me am I really different to you or are you the difference that keeps this void between us.
Are we not derived from the same beginning? Are we not derived to the same ending?
Did our ethnicities come with a guide book where complicated combinations are simply too exotic to comprehend?
I stand on a land where all these cultures and religions clash and meet daily and now do you still want to tell me that I’m really different to you.
I’m here in front of you all articulating through the silence. Where’s your devotion? Where’s your devotion, to fracture this never-ending chain of unfair equality?
As Martin Luther King once mentioned, “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character.”
Well, I have a dream, a dream where this plague will soon have a cure for the state of being equal, in status rights and opportunities.
Before I rage and rant out of passion and before I lay down the historical traumatic facts don’t act like listening is a crime don’t be so blind, don’t be so blind to what tears up our social lives.
So, let me say sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry for the fact that our history is built on mass genocide against our native indigenous people I’m sorry we’ve alienated you stripped your form your rights and treated you differently due to the colour of your skin.
I’m sorry I’m only beginning with general history. Look I know I’m not much of a historian, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out the fact that we were built based upon unfair equality
My mother always told me to give back to my community, but how am I meant to give back to a community which is so divided? I don't understand, it's got me questioning' like, "Why? Just tell me why"
I wrote this as I’m trying to pull my head through in hopes that you understand I’m no different to you …
✊🏻WE✊🏼ARE✊🏽ALL✊🏾EQUAL✊🏿
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 7:30 AM UTC
Music books and old guitars lay scattered on the floor
The whiskey bottles empty, you won’t need it anymore
Posters on the wall of rockstars, playing to an empty room
No one lives here anymore in this dark and lonely tomb
Tortured soul, you sold your soul but you felt you had to quit
Why’d you have to ***** the fire of a torch that was barely lit
You know you meant the world to those you left behind
If only you could've talked to them or gave some kind of sign
Your fingers were still calloused cause you practiced every day
You tried to learn all the chords so that you could sing and play
Now silence fills this empty room where the music played before
It’s such a shame you took your life with a rope over the door
Tortured soul, you sold your soul but you felt you to quit
Why’d you have to ***** the fire of a torch that was barely lit
You know you meant the world to those that you left behind
If only you could've talked to them or gave some kind of sign
Your fans will never know how good you could've been
Since you took your life, and put that rope over your chin
You had to see what was on the other side of death
I wonder if you found peace as you took your last breath
There was only one way to end the pain and strife
Now you play to an audience in the eternal afterlife
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
"Actions speak louder than words", they'd say to me
-
But, assuming homicide is out of the question,
I like to remind myself,-
"Sometimes"
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
From poem #27 of THHT3
...We all know what’s going on,
The Young & The Restless could be a list that’s forever long,
of confessions composed as a set list but not sung,
we all know They are attracted to the Innocent & Young,
because in the twisted logic, of their perverted minds’ tongue,
they think by being with children, they’ll stay Forever Young,
it’s disgusting, & I’m so ashamed of the city I’m from,
that I’m not even having kids, nope not even one,
because I already feel bad enough for those already born,
wish I could warn every daughter & ever son,
& don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to single out Hollywood,
the problems are much more widespread just ask The Vatican,
or the over 800 Boy Scouts that say they were abused,
by the hands of those that were chose to lead as captains,
yeah man not much is mentioned but lots has sure happened,
lots of names go undisclosed in the drawers of the Pedo-Files,
Roman Polanski, R. Kelly, Brian Singer, Jeffery Epstein,
& those are just the ones that have been exposed,
we all know most crimes go untold,
& no please don’t take this the wrong way,
I’m not trying to say every celeb likes kids underage,
in fact most of those that act are kind, protect & fight back,
nor am I saying I always mean attraction in a ****** way,
I’m just saying I feel confused & it seems like everyone’s gay,
or at least strange & most don’t know how to behave,
& I want to care but these days who cares anyways,
I guess I don’t anymore, I just want to get away,
just want to escape, so I’m running away,
I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again,
I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man...
from The Hollywood Hills Trilogy vol. 3
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
It was in that moment when I couldn’t walk outside wearing shorts that I knew society was ****** up
It was in the moment that my shirt that hung off my shoulders meant that I wanted to have *** that I knew society was ****** up
Because we’re built on grounds that say if you’re still a ****** you’re dull and boring and if you’re not, you’re a ***** in waiting
We’re built on grounds that call girls ****** and ***** if they don’t give it up we’re built on grounds where we make girls feels worthless because they say no
It was in the moment that your hands trailed my skin in a sin that I knew society was ****** up and when I told someone how your evil hands played me like a toy that it was automatically my fault because my shirt was too low and all my makeup basically said I was asking for it. But the difference between you and I was that I saw my body as a temple and you turned my temple into a sinful pool so the second time your hands wanted to play tag with my body I didn’t say anything my unresponsive language was enough to make you think I said yes because I was petrified by your greasy grimy hands that I froze and when I tried telling my mom she said guys will be guys and that I needed to move on so when you came back for the third time I didn’t scream or shout I didn’t try to fight back I thought guys will be guys and I need to move on.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
The rain wasnt just a metaphor for the tears streaming down my cheeks today, it was reality.
Although, It was literally down pouring rain all day long.
While thunder and lightning were crashing and flashing in the sky,
Thunder and lightning were building up of me on the inside.
I don't wanna talk about it no, I'm fine I'm all right.
Then I close my door and just let myself cry.
They don't know what it feels like.
To be all alone and have no one to confide.
I can't seem to shake off the things that are said anymore.
But if it doesn't change soon I won't want to get out of bed anymore.
Baby, toddler, child, teen, adult
It doesnt matter, any of us can be victims of this type of assault.
Bullying doesnt just happen when you are young.
You just hope by the time you've grown up, that course has been run.
One more time and I will really lose it.
I was given a mouth to speak, I think it's about time I use it.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
It's not OKay :
To let people run over you like its a normal thing to do.
To overthink everything and trouble yourself.
To keep thinking about how others react to your response.
To let anyone control your life.
To keep waiting for love and feel miserable because you don't have one.
To keep all your emotions bottled up but there's always someone who cares.
To cry yourself to sleep every night.
To get hurt but not say anything, to avoid conflict.
To not to state your opinions because no one cares.
To feel depressed but not say.
To have that tired feeling all day long and getting it worse in the night.
To wake up every morning and feel disappointed because you didn't die last night.
To be scared of this world and "what's" out there.
To want to fall in love but being scared to ever trust anyone.
To wish to not to live anymore.
To write this all, but never follow it.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
They try to burry your smile when
They hear your laughter
They try to dim your lights when
They see your eyes
They try to sorrow your spirit when
They see feel your energy
They try to get in your head when
They see you zen
They say things,
They make things up
They turbenlence your peace when
They see you calm
Just like Irma before it hit West Palm
They do things
They cook things up
Don't let them steal your lights
Don't let them take your spark
Don't let them in your head
Don't shut your eyes! .
.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
They said
Don’t wear leggings
Or a shirt that shows your cleavage
Because you need to be covered up
You’re a distraction
They said
Don’t use your period as an excuse
For male teachers to let you go to the bathroom
Because you’re not fooling anybody
They said
Don’t shave your head
Boys can
You can’t and don’t
And won’t because we’ll suspend you
They said
Watch the length of your skirt
The color of your hair
The shoes and makeup
The piercings
And they call that fair
They said
Come to us if something is wrong
if you’re feeling bullied
if you feel unsafe
I guess they don’t remember asking my friend and I
if we heard of anyone in our year with suicidal tendencies
They asked us because
We were the sensible ones
The bright ones
We couldn't have been depressed.
I guess they didn’t see my panic
and my hand squeezing my wrist.
Because school
Is not a place
Where you can express who you are
School is not the place where you feel safe
It's a battleground on the outside of your comfort zone.
School isn’t about education
Its a challenge, competition
Its a measurement of your capabilities
But what if you don't excel?
You’re called out for not being good enough
You're humiliated. Mocked.
You get looked down on
Judged
Embarrassed
And you don’t get your
Degree
As if a degree explains who you are
What you’ve been through
How much you’re worth
As if a degree
Measures the capacity
Of your heart
And your knowledge
And a teacher can share your grade
Make a joke and smirk
Cause they think you’re not worth it
And they can laugh and yell and call your parents
Who don’t think you’re any better.
Because year after year they’ve been led to believe
that you’re easily distracted
that you don’t do what you’re told
that you’re rebellious
Because even if you showed respect to the hypocrisy
That you can't help but notice,
They still won’t understand that you're just fighting
for what you believe is right, for mutual respect.
Because that’s not what you were thought.
You were thought to raise your hand when you want to speak.
And even if you made a valid point
You would still get lectured on putting your hand up when you want to speak.
Discipline put first.
**And that is my definition of school
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC
I feel your arms around me, but turn and you’re gone
I feel your breath on my neck, soon replaced with the cold draught
I see the scratches on your back but open my eyes and see the bruises on mine
They’re matched with the scratch running up my side from the night I made you mad
Your face burned red and your hand was raised as I cowered and feared and cried
He said things that broke me but now my mascara is too expensive to be ruined by his harsh words
I told them I was broken but they passed it off as a bad day and all they could say was
“you’re okay”
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
there are million of words
left unsaid inside this gut.
similar to every volcanoes,
there will be
time
for this gut(ter) to blow up,
burst of processed thoughts
that kept inside for yearlong.
whether you like it or not,
give a **** or not,
ain't no **** were given
'cause it's about the time.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
This feeling that everyone talks so much about...
I think I feel it for you,
and it scares me so much.
Is it possible that I do?
I keep denying that I do, hoping lying to myself with make it go away.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
Hello,
No Hello,
To you,
To me,
Behind this screen,
What do you see,
Yes, words,
Tiny little microchips,
Piecing these words together,
As if I am a computer... Ha,
But then again,
You would never know,
But, yes,
I am only human,
A human with emotions,
And feelings,
And the words people type on the screen,
Are not to a microchip,
No hate texts to AI,
No,
Some people just forget that the person at the other end of the screen,
Is just that...
Human...
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
I talk to the world
May they hear my heart
I cry out my protests
May they know my problems
My words. Where are they?
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
You think you got me heartbroken
Well tell yourself you’re wrong
Don’t think I’ve forgotten
The lies you’ve spoken
God Seth
Wake up to yourself!
You’re a mess
You put people through the stress
Might as well wear a dress
No wonder why you’re so depressed
You’re ****** in your own selfishness
I haven’t forgiven you
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
I was always told girls don't cuss
they don't speak out of turn
they let the guy control the relationship
I was 5 when my mom told me to sit
Even straighter than the 180 degree line
I sat at
She said boys were scouting
And I was their prey
I didn't know
the way I dressed
Determined
If I was a ***** or not
Because we live
In a society
where **** shaming
Is encouraged
And how many girls
Did you **** last night
was an encouragement
But if I try and tell someone
I want attention
And I’m not really the victim
Because it was my fault
For dressing like I wanted it
My father told me not to argue with men
So the second time
You encased
Me in my nightmare
I didn’t try to fight
bruises linger from the first time
I felt worthless
you made me lose my worth
because my shoulder was
too provoking
the spark in my eyes gone
the emotion held on my face
non existent
as you pined me to the floor
you said
don't tell anyone
and my father taught me
to never argue with a man.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
The tattered focused lens
So bad at point of view
The rain falls off the glass
And into the street
The camera's lens is false
A figment of a humans viewpoint
It is a humans opinion
The minds foreign thoughts
It plans on basing
Everything it see's
By looks alone
It goes no deeper than the surface
A photo of a smiling family
But maybe on the inside of things
Murderers and theives
Who live in paranoia of getting caught
A picture of a girl
Playing with some other girls
Maybe that girl lost her mother to cancer
And her dad is never home because he always working
How many times have we all
Took a glimpse of someone
And thought we knew who they were?
What they were like? What kind of family they grew up with?
It's sad to say we do
Judging books by their cover
Or judging people by their color
Without thinking much about it
A captured image
Portrayed in black and white
Discrimination, colors, races
Who have we become?
Or people just like us
And we don't take the time to listen
Are our problems more important
Than those that were of a little girl who killed herself because other people made fun of who she was?
And most of us would say "I am a good person"
Just look at yourselfs!
A bunch of mindless talkers
Who don't know they've helped **** innocent people
This problem is not beyond the realm of possibility of fixing
unlike those of fixing the ozone layer or helping rebuild the polar ice caps,
This is fixable, do-able,
So lets fix it...
We're all one people in the same world if you think about it that long,
This is what the world POV should be...
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
though, so incredibly hard to say,
i think i killed myself today.
no, it wasn't the gun i thought it would be,
and it wasn't the pills i bought to be free.
it wasn't the candles or the gasoline,
it wasn't the running into a limousine.
i think it was me in my bed so late,
unwilling to behold my fate.
my eyes slipped shut and they haven't opened yet.
but that would be lucky, and i'm alive, i bet.
just wait until tomorrow, maybe we'll see
what i can really do to me.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC