Sacred Abomination
Is it because I’m gay?
I’m gay and I don’t care.
But you care.
Why do you care?
Is it what we wear?
Are you scared when woman wear suits and men wear skirts?
Does it bother you that not all woman need your sweatshirts
or care about the way you flirt?
Are you so set in toxic masculinity that instead of putting your faith
in human beings you trust in a book about a holy trinity?
Or do you truly believe I am an abomination?
Do I encourage your frustration?
I just want to know, is it because I’m gay?
Dis Walk
I be livin at home feelin half alone,
With no motivation to keep me goin,
Been told how to look and wat ta wear,
Cuz apparently people seem ta have care,
I be wearing big jumpers ta hide away,
Or else told u slut ur a shame,
I be thinkin is this wat society is bout,
Cat callin and sexual asaults,
No fair when the lads get called champ and shouted at hurray,
When their the wans askin for sends most days,
I be sayin who said this is all fun and games,
Cuz not me this is harder dan any maths game.
These walls remember
The Words I wrote with red ink
On red brick
The words cried for tomorrow
For they knew the day to come
For they knew it to bring sorrow
The words have long faded
Their message of faith and
Of hope
But their cry is remembered
The words I wrote with ink from my veins.
In this place
Excuses are made for the boys that talk about the acts they do.
drunk girls fall over and become targets for those acts to do.
Because this is the place where the girl is dragged off
where everyone smiles and says he’ll get what he wants to do.
Where she falls onto the ground not knowing what she is about to do.
In this place she fades out of consciousness
as he does what he wants to her.
This is where he always gets the girl
that he wants to do.
Dollhouse
From the day you learn to crawl
All you hear is “play with dolls”, that’s all
Then when you can walk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
They give out that your not that and your not this
And you try your best but all you do is seem to miss
You hope you may get to the day
Where all will be ok
But that day seems to be like a mirage
That keeps getting further and further away.
I’m scared
Of the life ahead and the life behind,
Of the being no one or being any kind.
Of the thinking ahead and believing in myself,
Of the thinking too much so I put my dreams on a shelf.
Of the stomach not being flat and the thighs too wide,
Of the being so insecure that I’m forced to hide.
I’m scared that no one will be by my side.
In 2020
Everything has changed
I never expected life would be this way
Wearing masks
And washing hands
And staying inside
And having no life
No normality
Is the new reality
Will things ever be the same.
The Norm
I hate how we’re told who to be,
why can’t people see me for me,
why do i have to fit in society’s form,
when i don’t even think i can even make it to morn,
i dive and dive, day after day,
but i never even get a say.
Serrated Words
From day one words are shoved in your mouth
Don’t be so quiet, yet don’t be so loud
Your words leave an echo
A mark on the wall
No bleach could ever get out
But what if i have something to say
Since when was it “not okay”
For me to express what im thinking
My voice becomes drowned out among others
What happened to expressing yourself?
Ants a la Pants
I like too dance like I’ve ants in my pants
I play the trombone so I’m never alone
Basketball is my sport I’m a beast on the court
My hair is curly and nice and swirly
I’m not small and I’m slightly tall
I need glasses to see when I’m watching the tv
So please pick me.
What I’m Not
I’m not creative, no words come to mind
I’m not smart, in school I am behind
I’m not nice, I’ve never been considered kind
I’m not sporty, I’m basically deaf and blind
I’m not pretty, but if u look you’ll find
I’m class at making toasties,
and just ruined a poem that rhymed.
People always
making assumptions
Because they think
they know it all.
Always making rude
and mean remarks
They don’t understand
we’re all human
Mirror mirror
On the wall ,
I Dribble dribble the ball ,
I play the trombone ,
I’m so so tome ,
I’m taller than 5’2,
And I’m also a better b-baller than you !
🌹 roses are red 🌹
🥺violets are blue 🥺
👩❤️👨 He’s for me 👩❤️👨
🤤 not for you 🤤
😡If by chance you take my place😡
👊I’ll take my fist 👊
💀 AND BREAK YOUR FACE 💀(in a cork accent)