or is it another’s?
a god’s world
of blinding light
that does not include me
.
behave, i’m told
will make you brave, i’m told
they try to convince me
they’re the same
.
ironing out the irony
so you can’t see
the wrinkles in their plan
starch is often hard to detect
.
unless it’s cloaked around us
tight and rigid like a lock
to fit us into their ideals
to make us bleed shared blood
.
no mercy for us
no questions for us
just done to us, around us
affecting not them, but us
.
pride by pride
they only learn
how to be creative
to cover that they lied
.
and we never see these people
never meet those who do this to us
but they’re always there
hiding in private places
.
the laws didn’t suit their gods
so they made their own
to ensure my bedroom door
doesn’t close anymore
.
it’s okay they say
it’s a will of another they say
but what if my own, our own
does not obey the same
.
a place in this world
this red white and blue world
is not so for us anymore
this is no time to ignore
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Kimmy
My work is mostly confessional and I am trying to build a new stage for myself to be comfortable expressing my work. I'm working on a memoir right now and am trying to gain the confidence to release my story. <3
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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