Earth Angel

We share the water… the sky… the land…

This is why history matters

We are colorful humans

As I live here on Earth,

I am determined to find myself

I am bright

I am who I am!

I am unique, bold, strong, a success, and real.

I want to be what people are talking about.

I want to learn, find my voice, get creative, solve the problems,

and escape from toxic town.

I am an earth angel!

She

Looking at her, I see beauty.

She does not.

I see stardust in her hair

and sapphires in her eyes.

I see wonder in her face

and dreams in her gaze.

And I see wonder

and I feel wonder.

But in a day in her life,

In a blink of her eye,

The moment is done and

her emotions run dry.

Spent as they come,

Though at quite a cheap cost,

Her mind might be here,

But her body is lost.

Dreams steal her mind in the heat of the day,

But they’re better than nightmares

which come when they may.

If fear is a feeling like sorrow and joy,

Then, what is to tell us

that we aren’t just toys

of some giant above us?

We live on His hand

though loving and dying,

The law of the land.

She watches it all- teasing her loves are not true.

Instead of drifting away,

she takes a breath

and dives through.

She holds her own hand

and she holds her head high.

She raises her head

and smiles at me

and I stay there,

speechless.

She laughs long and hard

when what she wants is to cry.

Her head and her heart are a mess.

Never again

will she break down

in tears,

With mother no more to vanquish her fears.

So,

she spouts the thought

which she does not really know.

They run on the surface,

her true feelings below.

They say that’s she’s crazy,

but she’s misunderstood.

All she wants

is a friend.

A Harsh Truth

Here’s something of mine:

Behind the curtain where no one can see.

Groups form, lies take shape,

Everyone makes their own circle of friends,

And if you’re not already in the circle, you never will be.

You would think when a scene ends, so does the act.

It never does, people never stop pretending,

Yell at someone who shares some of your faults,

Because that will make everything better,

Shocking news, the spotlight isn’t always on you,

Hard to believe, I know,

Closed minded and selfishness should never mix.

It kills the innocents who just want apart of it all.

Oh that’s right, if you don’t pretend, you’re banished,

Heartless act of blind disapproval,

Hypocritical jerks, you’re the same as everyone else,

I refuse to conform to your ways.

Rethink the Rant

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Someone asked me today, “What is ‘rape culture’ anyway? I’m tired of hearing about it.”

Yeah, I hear ya. I’m tired of talking about it. But I’m going to keep talking about it because people like you keep asking that question.

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, no one says, “Stop.”

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, they can’t get anyone to come forward.

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and adults are informed of it, but no consequences are doled out because the boys “said nothing happened.”

Rape culture is when a group…

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Anxiety

Always caged

Locked up, enraged

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to hide,

No one to confide

in. Nervousness rushing over me

This is not how things are supposed to be

All this emotion built up

Threatening to spill like an overfilled cup

I’m about to explode

Scream, cry, implode

Do anything to feel alive

Open my soul and take a dive

Get nothing in return

What did I do to deserve to earn

this? Nothing? something?

When will the choir sing?

When will I get bliss?

Will you ever miss

me if I were gone?

I don’t know what I’ve done

I don’t know what I’ll do

What is true?

For me? For you?

My mind is a zoo

Today I cried

It almost made me wish

That this was a lie

Doctors are trying to fish

What is exactly wrong with me

They won’t figure it out

Because there is nothing but a sea

Of problems that I doubt

They will know what to do

What were to happen

if, in fact, they knew?

Lock me up in a pen?

Like a trapped little wren?

All in hopes of making me zen