🦋 Victim Centric Based
🖤 BA in Social & Criminal Justice
#poetry #poem #stateofAmerica
THE NOISE IN MY HEAD
The noise in my head
I'm screaming out
Don't kill him
But he's already dead
Sacrificial lamb
To a new world order
Streets lined up with men
Guns in their hands
Beating us down
For even getting close to them
#poetry #poem #stateofAmerica
THE NOISE IN MY HEAD
The noise in my head
I'm screaming out
Don't kill him
But he's already dead
Sacrificial lamb
To a new world order
Streets lined up with men
Guns in their hands
Beating us down
For even getting close to them
#poetry
I AM BUT A SPECK
I am but a speck
Tossed hither
Within the wind
Echoing the whispers
Of man
Dear not
I speak
Of bloodshed
And war
I grow weary
Of the games
Of rotten souls
Death and Despair
#poetry
I AM BUT A SPECK
I am but a speck
Tossed hither
Within the wind
Echoing the whispers
Of man
Dear not
I speak
Of bloodshed
And war
I grow weary
Of the games
Of rotten souls
Death and Despair
#poetry
LOVE LETTER
This love letter is not for you.
It is written to future past.
So long ago when hearts were full.
Standing at the edge of the world.
It was there to see.
It was there to grasp.
Fleeting moments in intervals.
Defining the severity.
Cherished ideas.
#poetry
LOVE LETTER
This love letter is not for you.
It is written to future past.
So long ago when hearts were full.
Standing at the edge of the world.
It was there to see.
It was there to grasp.
Fleeting moments in intervals.
Defining the severity.
Cherished ideas.
So that you may hear the yearning.
So that you may hear the yearning.
AM I REALLY HERE
Am I really here
I don't even know if I exist
Isolation is a risk
Has your mind playing tricks
Not knowing which day is which
Running errands in my mind
Did I answer that friends text last week or
AM I REALLY HERE
Am I really here
I don't even know if I exist
Isolation is a risk
Has your mind playing tricks
Not knowing which day is which
Running errands in my mind
Did I answer that friends text last week or
TOP OF THE STAIRS
I sat quietly on the top of the stairs
Listening to whispers
Unable to make out words
Sobs
Uncontrollable sobs
The tears were not mine
Dismissed like a child
Sent to bed without a drink of water
TOP OF THE STAIRS
I sat quietly on the top of the stairs
Listening to whispers
Unable to make out words
Sobs
Uncontrollable sobs
The tears were not mine
Dismissed like a child
Sent to bed without a drink of water
First, they censor our words
then they strip our rights
then they rip us of our beliefs and make us hide
I do not appreciate the silence of my neighbors
as I scream and fight for my rights
Your passive stance speaks volumes as they line us up outside
First, they censor our words
then they strip our rights
then they rip us of our beliefs and make us hide
I do not appreciate the silence of my neighbors
as I scream and fight for my rights
Your passive stance speaks volumes as they line us up outside