Orjeta

Orjeta Apr 13

“There exists a place called Earth, where the battle for equality is far from over.”

Earth 🌍

Orjeta Mar 25

If I had been a boy, maybe they would have liked me.
Maybe I would have been accepted—respected, even.
But I was born a girl.
And somehow, my blonde hair, my glowing skin, my warm smile,
and the kindness in my heart became reasons for ridicule.
They call it attention, but it feels like harassment.
They call it teasing, but it feels like abuse.

Sometimes, I wonder…
Was I born wrong?
Or is the world just wrong for making us feel this way?!

#discrimination #male #female

Orjeta Mar 23

The Barrier to a Better World

Life is undeniably beautiful—if not for certain people.
Those who lack substance yet pass judgment.
Those who wake only to disrupt, never to build.
Those unwilling to evolve yet resistant to wisdom.
The fanatics, prisoners of their own narrow minds.
When such individuals hold power, a better world remains a distant dream.

Orjeta Mar 18

Alone!

“ I don’t know if I will emerge stronger, weaker, or as someone entirely new—but I do know that once again, I face this alone.”

Orjeta Mar 6

The Names Will Stay

At least the names will always stay,
etched in ink, unchanged, unchanged.
No tide of time, no drift, no day
will shift the echoes once arranged.

They rest within my contracts sealed,
bound to the moments that we knew—
not to the faces time revealed,
but to the souls I journeyed through.

For who they were is who remains,
not who they grew to be, afar.
The past is carved in steady names,
not scattered by the shifting stars.

#memory #life

Orjeta Feb 26

In Warm Tears

I feel cold, even when the sun shines,
My body shivers, my heart feels distant,
But my warm tears remind me I’m alive,
A small comfort in the emptiness.

I feel judged, watched by eyes that don’t care,
Their words cut, even when they don’t speak,
But my tears don’t judge me,
They fall quietly, knowing my pain.

I feel like I don’t belong,
Surrounded, but always alone,
Like I’m speaking a language no one understands,
But my tears listen, flowing softly.

I feel weak, tired of pretending,
Exhausted by the weight I carry,
But my warm tears are honest,
They tell the truth I hide.

I feel sick, something heavy inside,
A darkness that drains my strength,
My tears grow cold, losing their warmth,
Reflecting the chill within me.

I feel left behind,
People move on, their lives continue,
I stay stuck, watching them go,
But my cold tears stay with me, loyal in my loneliness.

I feel dead inside,
Empty, numb, nothing left to give,
My tears are dried, no more warmth, no more cold,
Just the silent marks they left behind.

#love #hope

Orjeta Feb 21

My last trip

I saw oceans stretch to touch the sky,
Seas that whispered ancient lullabies,
Rivers that danced to nature’s tune,
Lakes reflecting a silver moon.

I felt happiness bloom like spring,
Joy that made my spirit sing,
Peace as soft as morning dew,
A stillness deep, profound, and true.

I felt pain carve lines within,
Cried tears for what had been,
Sadness heavy as a storm,
Cold and fierce, without a form.

My last trip, a journey vast,
I met people whose shadows cast,
I met souls both pure and bright,
I met devils cloaked in light.

I met the mean who wore kind smiles,
I walked with them for miles and miles,
I saw truth behind the guise,
I saw love in broken eyes.

My last trip, I lived it all,
I soared high, I felt the fall,
I touched the sun, I kissed the rain,
I danced with joy, I wept with pain.

I tasted life, bitter and sweet,
I walked on fire, felt cold defeat,
I learned to rise, learned to let go,
Learned that endings help us grow.

And now, as dusk begins to creep,
I close my eyes, embrace the deep,
For all I’ve seen, and all I’ve known,
I do not wish to journey home.

My last trip—I’ve lived, I’ve died,
In every breath, in every stride,
I found myself, I lost my way,
And in the end, I’m here to stay.

#lasttrip #life