You where the last thing I expected to hurt me.
You  came into my life over a text message.
We talked for three months, then you asked me out.
I was the ******* that said yes.
I was the idiot that said yes.
You tore me up inside.
You where the one who lied.
I was just the person who said yes to a Hurricane.

When the pressure becomes too tough...
When the nights grow colder...
When all else fails...
When you feel like crying...
When you think its all for naught...
When you think its over...
When the fight is out...
When you feel like quitting... Don't.

"I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away..."
(Breaking Benjamin)

I have Rosa Park's mugshot in my room, to remind me of what she did for equality. She refused to give up her seat on a bus for a white man. I have countless books filling my shelves, each one filled with Maya Angelou poems. She didn't let anyone tell her what she could or couldn't do.

So why should I?

Why should I dress from head to toe in black, and leave my house with a male relative? Why should I marry a man I do not know, just to please my father. Why should I put my head down and do what anyone tells me to do? Why should I lower myself to a standard to a lower standard than what I deserve? Why should I not feel like the queen I was born to be?

Why should I give up on what I believe in, just to satisfy the status quo?

Can anyone answer that for me?

Ever know what ripping your cage apart feels like?
The blood flowing onto the page,
The crimson ink turning into words you never knew?

Sure the pain is terrible,
but in the end,
you help someone,
you get famous,
you find love,
you get it all.

The pain goes away, eventually.
the scar heals slow.
the words last forever