I wish-
I walk the streets alone with fear
Wishing no one would come near
I clench my bag, phone, and me
Wishing I would just be free
The thought of walking all alone
Scares me for what is unknown
I walk by a group of boys
All the stares, the glares, the giggles
I walk by a group of girls
The immediate intimidation, hesitation, it scares me a little
I wonder what they’re thinking…
She’s weird, she’s ugly, I feel like shrinking
I wish the world was better
I wish the world was clever
I wish the girls were not so mean
I wish the boys saw us as queens
I wish I wish I wish
we all had it that easy
I know
I don’t like how men don’t know what women go through they all look down on women and they are so mean to women and call they mean names and if they know what women go through I think they would be more kind to women. I myself am a man I have a sister and she thought me all the things women go through and how to be kind to they and I took that teaching my sister gave me and brought it to school because I respect women and I know what they go through and this is why most of my friends are girls because they are better to hangout with and they are nice to one another and they are always helpful that is why I respect women and never try to bring them down or make them feel bad
‘Myself and my health’
When I was younger I’d face tests and physical therapy,
In school people would judge me for just being me.
I would get distracted and talked way to much,
In school I stayed focused— flied under the radar..
And to the disliking of my peers, and the teachers would favour.
A guy once yelled “AUTISM”
how cruel kids can be..
I’d shut myself off from the world as I got older,
Building a mask to hide as I blunder
Thinking there was something wrong with me…
I just have ADHD.
As long as you’re a woman
Whether you’re three or seventy, as long as you’re a woman, you shall always be plagued by a man. Whether it’s your grandad making your mother do the work because she’s a woman, whether it’s your teacher asking for ‘big strong boys’ to help them carry a chair. Whether it’s in your twenties after a night out being catcalled and slut-shamed. Whether you’re at home, whether you’re in school, when you’re on the street, in a pub, even in a church because women in the bible are seen as less. It doesn’t matter, because you’ll always be backlashed with ‘get back into the kitchen’ or ‘women couldn’t live without men’. It could be when you’re on your period and seen as disgusting, or boys saying being kicked in the dick hurts more than cramps. Giving birth to a child and carrying them for nine months, but ‘they couldn’t be created without a woman’. Women will be shamed whether they’re just a kid being sexualised by teenage boys or grown men, or a woman being called a slut for sleeping with several men when those men who do the exact same thing are hero’s. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born a woman, just because being a man is easier in society. I’m scared to go out, I’m scared to wear skirts, and I am scared to be a woman.
Doubt
From my stupid brain to my stupid mouth
Everywhere is filled with doubt
No matter how many jokes I make
All it seems to do is agitate
I try my best to think before I say
But the respect for myself seems to stray
I use jokes as a way for people to like me
But all I do is create problems
And even when I try my best
I don’t need to be the funny one
The one that has to make people laugh
I force it upon myself
Because it’s easier than to just be myself
From my stupid Brain to my stupid mouth
My head is swarmed with a cloud of doubt
Because of the ideas I put in my head
Stupid things are accidentally said
Different
I don’t look like everyone else I don’t dress the way everyone else dose I don’t follow the popular trends that popular people do I’m different and some may find that I’m weird or ugly or something really random but that’s ok I can’t be someone I’m not and I’ll never be …that doesn’t mean I’m a weirdo or a furry or something I’m just me and it’s okay to be me and it’s ok to be you no one has to be the same we aren’t clones of each other we are all different and we shouldn’t hid the way we are .
it’s my experience
No person is the same but many people have had similar experiences. 12 years old, I was in primary school and was wearing skirts with my uniform. I was with 3 other girls, one of which was wearing trousers. We were walking around our school yard, talking about whatever 12 year old girls talk about. We walk past these group of guys when their hands slip under our skirts. All 3 of us girls who wear wearing skirts had shorts on underneath, just for this reason. They still went for it. Their fingers grazed against our skin. We looked back at them and they were laughing. We told the teacher what happened and she didn’t believe us. Thought they were too young to do such a thing. Those boys went unpunished and no teacher ever talked about it. After that, the 3 of us started to wear our PE kit everyday to feel more safe in school. I was friendly with one of those guys. He never apologised, never brought it back up. They’ve probably forgotten but we never will
I don’t
I don’t enjoy knowing I can’t always talk to people that I don’t usually talk to and feel awkward around people.
I don’t like the fact that when I’m annoyed it sticks with me for a while instead of leaving.
I don’t like many things but I try to grow from it and learn how to move on from it and that’s ok, knowing not everyone is perfect helps to know it’s ok to not be the same.
“Can I touch your Hair”
“Can I touch your hair” they always say, people tug, people shrug and they walk away
“Can I touch your hair” but it’s just in braids it’s not not unknown it’s just different
Occasionally they don’t even ask to touch they just touch they pull, pull and pull and pull your on your hair more than play. Don’t dare wear your Afro they’ll think you’ve just been electrocuted but I thought my natural hair always suited. Afro hair
Blur
-The world a blur
-Overseen by what to be
-But when the last word run through your ear,
-You’ll realise
-You care
-and when the last leaf falls from its home
-you’ll know you’ll be welcomed home.
What I seem
I am as jealous as the rat that scampers across the floor
As complex as the sign above the door
I never seem to see how much people mean to me
As lazy as the key left in the door
I hope I’m not as ugly to you as I am to me
Not rotting on the bottom of your shoe
Or stinking up your room
Maybe I am more than I seem to be
It’s Okay
Behind every closed door there’s a story you don’t see
But it’s the realest version of me
But being vulnerable seems like something everyone lacks
It’s like a weight on your back
Open the door let people in
Even if it doesn’t feel like a win
Be yourself it’s better that way
And someday you’ll realise that it’s okay
Brave
I hate the school I grew up in, I hate the people that were in it I hated the thoughts that never went away, am I strong enough or am I just not brave. I try with a mask but it never lasts. I hate my brain with the things I wanna say because maybe I’m too weak or maybe I’m not to brave.
Quaint
These streets of Newcastle I get to call home,
It was a quaint little village still,
Till all the new houses and homes were built,
It’s no quaint village anymore,
With all the shops and stores a more,
Though I still get to call it home
They
They call women sluts and hoes,
When women only really want is a rose,
They trap and hurt women,
And it’s only their decision.
They judge men, and call them weak,
When men are just trying to speak,
They act vulnerable once,
And then they don’t speak for months.
Women are abused and hurt
More then anyone should be,
But men aren’t perfect either.
Tuff
when boys hype each other it’s glaze which is
overhyping and when girls do same it’s ok being a man is living to another’s
standards but feeling a bit shame
being yourself is really rough so you always
have to act really tuff
Together
we stay silent when we need to be loud
all our feelings go round and round
we don’t share our stories that go on in our head
we take our feelings and bury them dead
We rise as one, refusing now to hide our inner choices.
The world grows brighter every time we dare to lift our voices.
No storm can silence truth when hearts ignite and stand up tall.
Together we become the change that answers justice’s call.
Behind Everything
Behind every behaviour of you and me
there’s a chapter of the book we don’t want you to see
You think you know each other so well
But there’s another side of you that you’ll never tell
Deep down behind the wall
Behind the barriers that you keep up so tall
There’s always another version they don’t want you to see
So don’t be who they want you to be
Because being you
Is the best thing you can do
It all Matters
From the moment I wake up in the morning to the moment I fall asleep and everything I do in between, it all matters, in my opinion the most important thing in life is enjoying life and make life enjoyable for those around me.
Everyone is Different
Everyone is different, that’s okay
Everyone has problems that they might not say
Think again before talking
You don’t know what they go through since they started walking
They might have troubles in their house
So don’t be mean you might make a friend
Together you’ll be, until the end
It’s okay to sometimes be a mouse
Everyone is different, that’s okay
Everyone has problems that they might not say.
Bully
Sometimes I get annoyed when people so full of themselves make fun of people when they are not any better themselves and the way that they take it out on people who are trying to be better.
Mean
I get annoyed when the people around slag other people and are mean.
When someone is not truthfully or trustworthy
I hate when others are mean to girls
Creep
Being a guy in 2025 makes you feel like you have to try to not look like a creep
Real Story
How girl are know as slu*s but nobody knows the real story
One Creator
I am a Muslim
We believe in one creator
We believe that the Quran is the final message revealed to mankind
We believe that Prophet Muhammad (SAW) is the final messenger sent to mankind
We do not judge people from the outside
We believe in one creator, Allah.
Christmas
Save a seat once a year on Christmas day, a day of cheer.
One who you have lost who’s life went without a cost
Someone you thought of as another but they truly weren’t like no other.
So just one seat at the table those eat and remember their story as it was before.
Just a Joke
I sometimes hear lads and girls saying homophobic things and they say it so casually that it annoys me as they say it as if no one around them could hear it and feel bad about themselves. They can be so mean and think saying that it is just a joke makes it ok.
Sass
I walk in to the class
Seeing all the girls with sass
I look at myself seeing what’s wrong
But seeing nothing wrong
I think there looking elsewhere
But the feeling I wear
Doesn’t go away
But then they look at me and smile
Now I am okay for a while
Floating
I’m floating around these estate ends,
Going out with the same friends,
I love my mates but I ain’t ten,
I’m tryna run but I can’t go,
I’m still stuck in my household,
I sped out until I found gold,
Then I headed to my bros mansion,
Saw his lambo and I ran home,
Then I got my stuff read,
Cause I remembered I had school
Men
Roses are red violets are blue men are homophobic and immature too but some of them love gay people too
Proud
I’m proud to be me because I have a lot of friends and I’m happy
Win
Just because we didn’t lose doesn’t mean we won