Wake up to the AA, never a day without.
look to the news, schools out?
Its only April.
Another protest i cant make,
another protest
another protest,
yet no change.
My youth being killed everyday unjustified because of people's hatred.
A threat he was
12 he was, 14 he was,15,16,19,40,36,32.....he was a threat.
17 killed today because of "bulling" i suppose, he was just ill an broken,
poor him right? right.
1000 more suicide a 1000 more hate crimes at its lowest this month.
more murders than anything against the people who just want to love; who want to live the way they want.
My friends heartbroken
families being ripped apart, wondering if they'll be the next to go.
Our leaders are full of hatred, making fun of the ill, no respect for the women.
because of that i no longer have rights to my body, not like i had them really anyway.
No means No,
but your distracting the staff ma'am that's against school dress code,
go home and cover up your collar bone.
I'm 14.
You'r making it hard for the adult staff... ya'know
The ****'s we hired to teach you, the ones that make YOU uncomfortable.
cover up,
that'a all we ask. ;)
                                                   yours truly,
                                                          ­          . . .

The eyes that pierce me,
with threats beyond words.
I cant help what im going through.
I can't have it; no not at all.
Can't live without me,
but i dont want it inside me.
I can't have it... I can't.
It's my choice;
isn't it?
I cry and I cry.
But they don't care bout my pain,
They care about the cell who cant even ******* breath yet.
The cell that can't let me breath yet.
The cell that was forced upon me, the cell that hurts me
when i even try to think about it.
That's the cell they care about....
not me.
                                               yours truly,
                                                          ­     . . .

my dear hollow heart,
why dont you fill?
why are you so cold,
so stiff?
why cant they make you smile?
why must you bed like this?
i know,i know but that was a long time ago.
it wont happen again;
i think.
just stop judging,
stop crying,
stop hurting.
...
stop beating.

Change starts from within,
but what is there?
A bunch of junk;
Thoughts that have no meaning,
Demons i cant let go,
love i don't know how to give.
Hope.
The world defeats  me with everything it has.
Hurt, Pain, Anger, Violence.
I want to fall and cry for those
who are trapped in this poverty of hell.
But i can not,
i will not.
I will change this world,
while i change myself in it.

My love did you ever want to be mine?
Did you want my problems?
Or did you fall in love with my exterior.
The way my body curves;
Maybe the way my hair curls?
Did my eyes deceive you?
Or was it my lies?
Did you ever want to be mine?
Deal with the problems I face every night?
Or did you want a good time?
A little foreign in the bed.
On and off
Yet I don’t linger in you head ;
Like you do in mine.
You suspected everything was fine.
But I lie.
                                   Yours truly,
                                                     . . .

I laugh yet I don’t know what you said.
I catch myself staring at nothing
While you echo in my ear softly.
“ are you ok?”
...
I reply with a smile and a chuckle that I practice every night.
“ yes” “ daydreaming”
But I lie.
I lie all the time.
I don’t dream not even at night, the thoughts keep me up.
But how could you know; how on earth would I even be able to talk to you.
It’s ok.
I’m strong,
I’ll be fine.
                                  Yours truly,
                                                    . . .

A love like ours they say is hard to come by.
A love like ours.
The outside looks
Yet the inside hides; in plain sight.
No know asks or dares to think other wise.
We’re happy.
Right?
Yes .
Is what I have to say.