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Liberty and Justice For SomeWarning: the fallowing is not meant to offend anyone. This is strictly opinion based and from my perspective. Thank you.)
Liberty and Justice For Some
'With Liberty and Justice for All.'
Words that have been said for many
Many years in America.
Yet, is that true?
Is there REALLY Liberty and Justice for All?
Is there Justice for GLBT community?
Justice for Immigrants?
For those who try to make a difference of good?
For those who practice their freedom of Speech?
Liberty and Justice only applies to those few selected people.
We live in a Country where those specifically chosen
Get Liberty and Justice.
Those FEW who meet the Criteria.
Though it is getting better for some,
What about the rest of us?
Some is not All
The way it should be is:
The AftermathThe Aftermath
Mommy,Mommy,can you not see?
See what you have done to me.
Mommy,Mommy,Tell me it's a lie!
Don't remind me that Sissy Died.
Daddy,Daddy,proud and strong,
What in me do you see wrong?
Daddy,Daddy,please stop drinking.
What in the world were you thinking?
Daddy,Daddy,why won't you stop?
Can't you see that I've suffered enough?
Daddy,Daddy please don't shout!
I'm sorry for ever giving a doubt.
Mommy,Mommy,please save me!
Help me escape and let me be free!
Mommy,Mommy,why won't you try?
You just watch me as I cry.
Sissy,Sissy,what have did we create?
Was choosing sides a big mistake?
Sissy,Sissy,please don't die.
I'll find a way to make you survive!
Mommy,Daddy,Why do you stare?
Sissy is dying right over hear!
Daddy.Mommy,I'm scared and afraid.
That I will be alone some day.
Someone,someone,let me free!
And fly away from this reality!
With Sissy,and Mother,and Father too,
To be with them is all I want to do.
For no one cares if I die,
Even if it's in front o
Sen's PoemDo not scowl at me like that!
How can I do such a thing?
How could I forget these precious beings who comforted me?
Who loved me when my parents didn't?
Who I CREATED with my own two hands?
Who listened to my wishes and fulfilled it?
I don't care what happened in the asylum!
I lost control for YOU Lekxly.
For ALL of us
And even when I had forgotten them and left them to rot away,
They forgave me
These precious puppets are my children
They were my family for the longest of time!
And yet when you hear that I gave my life to them once more,
All 3 of you do
All because I gave up my life to them to save you
But you only Scowl.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
RelizationI always complain about being ignored,
That it's their fault for leaving me behind.
But really, it's my fault.
I always stay distant from others,
While lying behind my "mask of happiness".
If I want to be acknowledged then I need to do something.
I can't just wait for someone to acknowledge my existence.
I have to stop waiting for help,
Because I am running out of time.
The only way I can escape this mess is by doing things myself.
I may have friends to try and help.
But truthfully if I want out,
Then I have to step up and try to get out.
It may take a few years,
But better start later than never.
But don't think this is the end of my story.
Because this is just the start.
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