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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.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
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.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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