My Right
Darkness has fallen
I feel a shadow behind,
Fear has become my mind.
But what could it be?
My first thought is a tree
But footsteps are encroaching,
Without light, I’m ready to fight.
Their breath is heavy,
Footsteps weighted
Masculine traits, we’ve all heard the stories
One more name in a sub category
Hands clenched, shoulders tensed
I break into a run
Fear is dispensed
‘Run like a girl’ they say time and time,
But I run like a person, fighting for my right.
Inner critic
I hate that I spend my days criticising
parts of myself nobody even notices
I hate the way I am made feel like a
fool for supporting the right thing
I hate that my mind won’t allow me to
feel good at something because somebody
else is better.
Wait for the car
Packing bags every week to go to a house that
doesn’t quite feel like mine, to the empty room
With nothing but a bed, fake conversations trying
To mend sitting in the cold room bending my fingers
waiting to see the car outside. Texting under the
table begging to go back to my home. News reports
being shoved in my face whispers through my family.
I don’t know who I can talk to anymore i just sit
at the window and wait to see the car.
Punch Drunk
Speaking like quicksilver, waving pantomime
The days are meandering into each other
Life is in tremolo.
I don’t look back on the stones I have passed
Or think about the rivers I have crossed
My friends are up ahead,
And I feel a bit punch drunk.
Notifications
When i wake up in the morning
my moms calling me,
i check my phone,
my head hurts,
so many notifications,
it doesn’t stop,
i just want to go back to sleep,
every single morning.
Followed
He shouts I don’t look back,
The faster I walk,
I can hear footsteps come closer,
Not again please not again.
Not satisfied
Music that fuels my tears to words that fall
on deaf ears To the patience that tires the
Masks tighten the isolation and fear in
correlation to Men the axis and end the
drive the blame the questions the slots
and to paths that are predetermined built
like a solid block to the complaints with
want to improve the this that but no action
do we want change or not are we satisfied
with what we got because i am not.
Music
Keep on moving
Consistency is boring
music makes me feel.
Repeat
repeat the routine
try again
focus on improvement
never any movement
don’t stop thinking
my mind is never quiet
comparison will kill me
obsession will not fulfill me.
That is That
I wake up and I couldn’t get out of bed,
I get dressed and zoom out the door,
I get to school, Do nothing as usual,
It is super cool! I get home, snooze
for some time, I’d give up a dime to
have no school, I eat some dinner,
play with the cat, And that is that.
Idols
Feminism is feeling
Empowered by
My many
Idols, who are
Never faltering and
Inspiring
So many more still
To come.
Slurs
Offensive words that they think are a joke.
Slurs and innuendoes they think are meaningless.
Even though they don’t feel pain, doesn’t mean others
don’t either. Stories from others that make us feel
Scared, Worry that we could end up the same.
Walking in the dark feeling unsafe. Stride a little
faster when they pass by.
I don’t like
I don’t like to walk alone.
I don’t like when a man walks behind me.
I don’t like when he stands too close.
I don’t like that grown men and boys like
to whistle and shout things at us.
I don’t like the fact that boys don’t understand,
that it’s not us just being sensitive. I don’t like
The fact that every morning there are girls walking
up the hill to school and boys are looking up their skirts.
don’t like that they say by wearing the skirt we are asking for it.
Not today
I wake up in the morning,
I don’t see it coming,
My hairs a mess ,
I can’t get dressed,
And my alarm is ringing loudly.
I can’t go in there ,not today.
The cycle continues.
The Cycle
The alarm goes off
And the cycle begins
Rushing to get ready
Next endless traffic
Horns hooting like there’s no tomorrow
Walk to school with vigilant eyes
Looking out for trouble and noise
Arrive in school and get my books
Now the gossip and mumbling begins.