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You wouldn't notice
You don't realize
the
struggle.
He can speak
about God
His eyes
the tenderness
the God
show(s) up
there
beyond understanding
I've been told to bite
my tongue and usually, I would do
it for sport Because humanity and
My society told me, convinced me,
that doing so was right, but for the first time
you seemed to rename me and
did so publicly, and when the name
was bitch. I lost all sight of my temper, my vision, and who I was
for a moment. Dying in that
instant, coming back to you as what you have named me,
died again and came back again.
I told myself that I had
to slide down, slide down this
rope that you've handed me and
see where it goes, but all
I found was the great Dipper
full of words that I
wanted to say, but didn't have the voice to speak. I tossed
them up to the Stars where
the stars rejected them and
shooting stars were born.
I tried to lift Men up, but
just because the first woman
came from Men's ribs does
not mean we needed them
to learn how to speak.
Humanity let me down by
letting men like you rename
women like me bitch. So how
can I lift men up, if I as a
woman is too heavy from
carrying all the burdens men's
given me? I bit my tongue
before but I declare not anymore.
Thirteen, too young to be
adapted He talks
of the world
picked up a gun
in his early twenties
eventually
He came back
as a thinker
he does speak
or ideas & experiences
he usually makes
folks know him enough
to stop liking him
he told me
a survival mechanism
to cover his hurts
to reflect on who is
the pen
never talk about
emotion
lifeless eyes
fall-asleep
thirteen years
old
learn that
freedom
almost
unearthed
from
treasure
A:
"Someday I hope
you can forgive me."
For a long time.
be skeptical
with God
and I
conversations
a family
avoid
her
name
somewhere
a family externally
gone too early
The silence between heartbeats isn't filled with silence.
It's filled with the trembling walls, their summers & worries
that they are lungs can not protect it, this heart again if it resides
to beat for another person again.
The silence between heartbeats are filled with wondering if these heartbeats how hard it beats,
to pump blood for this body,
to keep alive despite the depervations-
despite the lack of water,
despite the lack of drive,
despite the lack of nutrition,
despite it all & yet it still decides to beat for someone
who isn't gonna donate a single ounce to this cause, so
This silence between heartbeats are filled with prayers to GOd,
to the one who created this heart to beat,
for this body to breathe.
This silence between heartbeats isn't filled with silence.
