We think we have it bad
We think we have something to cry about
Our fight is nothing
Compared to the ones
Who WIN
Just by surviving another day
We beat ourselves up
If we are not skinny enough
Not pretty enough
Not smart enough
They are happy
If they have something to eat
Anything to wear
Or somewhere to sleep at night
These things never even cross our minds
We have it so good
Their troubles don't even exist to us
But times are changing
Soon we will be the ones
Who are fighitng for our rights
Soon we will be the ones siting at the back of the bus
Maybe then we will know
What its like to feel pain
The real pain
Of those who have a war to fight
Not a war to create
Maybe then we will learn to be strong
And realize what we had
Does it really have to come to that?
Can we just learn now?
Before its too late
We are all people
We all deserve to live and have life.
Poetry is an expression of pain, love, and life. A life shared by only a few words.
Monday, May 31, 2010
is pain created from writing? or does writing only express it?
Sometimes I find myself writing,
Just to fill the emptiness,
Or make sense
Of internal chaos
It has become a whole new world
An escape from reality
Or a way to create a new one
Anything is possible
Fate is dictated
By ink in a feeble hand
Such power to create stories
Relive dreams and nightmares
More often than not
I find myself writing
And I don't know why
Its become a way to dissociate
Which often backfires
I write about feelings
That have been long forgotten
Repressed and neglected
Its a release
Of things I never knew needed releasing
Its an expression of emotions
Left to be discovered
Yet to be named
But felt for centuries.
Just to fill the emptiness,
Or make sense
Of internal chaos
It has become a whole new world
An escape from reality
Or a way to create a new one
Anything is possible
Fate is dictated
By ink in a feeble hand
Such power to create stories
Relive dreams and nightmares
More often than not
I find myself writing
And I don't know why
Its become a way to dissociate
Which often backfires
I write about feelings
That have been long forgotten
Repressed and neglected
Its a release
Of things I never knew needed releasing
Its an expression of emotions
Left to be discovered
Yet to be named
But felt for centuries.
Smell the rain
I've come to a place
Where I am learning
Not to lean on others
To accept their limitations
And look elsewhere
Look within.
I'm learning to find things
That are hidden in this world
I can finally
Smell the rain
I can live without this pain.
You may not care
But I won't dare
To let you drag me down
Its such a tragedy
You've gone so far
To think you were different
That you could really make a stand
But you only crumble
When it comes time to fight
You give in
Just because it feels so right
Does it feel good?
To throw away everything
That was once important?
Does it feel right?
To know you're just that girl?
I've accepted your limitations
I'm looking elsewhere
Maybe when you can cut the act
And look me in the eyes
You will see something
Farther than the end of your toes
Maybe one day
You will learn
To smell the rain
And find the hidden things
In this world
That bring true joy
The things that can never come from a boy.
Where I am learning
Not to lean on others
To accept their limitations
And look elsewhere
Look within.
I'm learning to find things
That are hidden in this world
I can finally
Smell the rain
I can live without this pain.
You may not care
But I won't dare
To let you drag me down
Its such a tragedy
You've gone so far
To think you were different
That you could really make a stand
But you only crumble
When it comes time to fight
You give in
Just because it feels so right
Does it feel good?
To throw away everything
That was once important?
Does it feel right?
To know you're just that girl?
I've accepted your limitations
I'm looking elsewhere
Maybe when you can cut the act
And look me in the eyes
You will see something
Farther than the end of your toes
Maybe one day
You will learn
To smell the rain
And find the hidden things
In this world
That bring true joy
The things that can never come from a boy.
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