speakup
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He hits and screams,
It's never his fault,
They never see much proof that he caused any harm,
When a new bottle of whiskey is brought into sight,
You start to shake inside,
Daughter of the Rising Star
Raise your voice
Do not remain silenced
You are the child of the Sun
She will guide you
As a child, you are told how to use your palabras
When to say si o no
When to say gracias and de nada
Now we have that freedom
To open our mouth’s wide and communicate with one another
Speak up by Abigail Kuhn
The sunflowers sit beautifully undone
and like you,
for days that felt like years,
To dull the pain of losing you
I swallowed that nectar
Plunged the blade into my leg
But before i was consumed
I reached out to you
He made me follow his commands
And obligated me to become a housewife
I didn't have this life in mind, these were not my plans
He stopped me from achieving my goals. he didn't let me strife
It's time
I realize that now
I wasn’t ready before
Not like I thought I was
I was only forcing the inspiration
The urgency
Dear Laina,
you’re in first grade.
You’re journey hasn’t started
but it will when you are eight.
you’ll be in 3rd grade,
you’re brother will be 2.
Pool Boy,
You were just a boy, sixteen years young - (blank) neighbor.
(Blank) demons derive from our paths crossing
when (Blank) was 4.
The day was hot, wearing nothing but the trainning bra and
Is world peace
Fought with a loaded piece
Am I supposed to live at ease
I’m asking the higher priest
but he aint got the answers
A world of hate and critisism.
A world of judging eyes
What more can we do but listen,
As people speak their ignorant lies.
I know I can't stay silent,
Not when I can fight,
I saw,I heard
But did I react?No
I want stood watch carelessly
knowing that you said words of envy
Happiness
They say the happiest person is often the saddest,
They are the one with the most pain inside
Masks
Everyone has one.
As children they are blank – wide eyed and wondering,
All eyes on you
Its time to tell the truth
We finally got the spotlight camera action
We must take action
So we must act
Not on a stage with the man pulling the strings
This is not oz
Spaced out from the liars, shit talkers , homophobic remarks appearing from thin air .
Eyes locked at my chest and jean inprints. As society search desperately for clues.
an inaudible sound
unspeakable words
that are spoken
but not heard
not yet
voice is presence
to have a voice
is to command speech
demand attention
to speak the thoughts
This wall is what I call my home.
Without it, I feel lost, foreign, and alone.
It is a guard that protects the innermost part of me.
To fade and to blend my culture into society.
When you try to silence voice you’re silencing a movement
Telling it to hush and learn how not to speak at all
You’re telling her that she does not matter
You’re taking away her ability to speak up for herself
I need an escape, all of this pain bottled up inside of me.
Tears waiting to burst out.
I've cried a river, but there's still an ocean left.
Hurt and confused.
Life is a living hell, can't you see?
If my heart had a quill and an inkwell,
’Twould scribble without end, night and day.
Had it but a voice, it would sing, tell
All, everything I would say.
But my restless pen gets set down, how
So you want to know what makes me tick?
Then listen up because sometimes you can be thick,
When I wish upon a star
I dream of something far
Up above, beyond my dreams
More extreme that it seems
Skin does not define who I am, it is not my choice.I did not pick this skin so I gave my skin a voice.
a 3 year old isn't suppose to hear her mom running from a man screaming at her
maybe that her brother and they are playing like we do
no that is not right..mommy is crying..why is mommy crying?
DO YOU HEAR ME?
Who am I kidding?
You ask us to speak our minds
but really you just want silence.
You ask us to be ourselves
but really you want our cooperation.
You ask us to help others
Silent, quiet, unable to be seen
I scream out and not a sound comes out
invisible to the eye, silent to the world
Not heard by boy or girl
No one notices the pain behind my silence
Living is filled with moments we enjoy.
Surviving is the moment where we overcome an agonizing obstacle just to live another day.
Luxury is not present until awarded.
Only the talented species can live.
She talks to me,
She tells me things she wouldn't tell others.
Like how one day she will break free
There are worse things than not talking
You can say something wrong you're stupid leave
Do you know how much silence hurts?
Your judgment burns
Even when I don’t know you
How can I show you
That whenever you laugh, it lacks its happy definition and instead creates an incision in my wall of confidence
You want someone clothed like a stripper with the ideals of a housewife.
Someone who is worn – a shell.
Gutted of originality and malleable like water.
You ask me now what makes me tick.
Now I shall tell you, brick by brick.
The look you see
When you gaze into the eyes
Of a mother who can't feed her children.
Or the childrens plea
Abuse,
Hurtful, Negligent
Punching, Swearing, Bruising
Deadbeat, Toxic, Hero, Savior
You were taken too soon my friend
And I sit here and wonder
Why your life had to end
Like the rolling of thunder
My one regret is not responding
In the month of November
The taste of blood on her lips,
She opens them.
It drips,
On the floor,
She lays,
A dark pool in the midst of a glittering forest,
She wipes away the red metal.
Eyes open.
Searching.
Kill yourself
States the loud, infuriating, voice that
I to want to listen to since you have so desperately told me to do so,
an abundance of times.
You, yes…you!!
What the hell are you waiting for?
Don’t you see all the shit that’s going on right now?
And you’re just lying there, not doing anything about it!
I know what you think about every day and night
Vaporous drips
zip zapped of the words trapped in the space of my mouth
salient box of ubiquitous charm lies illicit to leave me harm
to plead the fifth for fear of faces in a crowd
as their faces speak so loud
I am lost.
I am lost in the
Spaces between words
Rather than words themselves
My voice too meek for anyone to hear
Or understand.
I am lost underneath
The people that engulf me
I am the black girl sitting in the back of your classroom
The black girl that deals with racism day after day
You see that kid
Yes the one by himself
You think he's a nerd
A loser
Or even maybe a nobody
All his classmates trease him
Then to go home
And just get yelled at by his parents
I hate how society makes you feel as if you were doomed to be alone
Never to fall in love in love, or if you were to fall it'd be from a soon hallow skull into a present hallow world
Silent everytime
no noise at all
Until one day it spoke
The voice was very soft
Calm and gentle
Then it got louder
Speaking of truth and facts
equality of women and power
Words
They are such an everyday thing
A mundane thing
A simple thing
But they are so powerful
Have you considered the power of words
The Bible
The Constitution
“The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight
And let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.”
Unforgettably forgettable
You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical
The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible
You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
Why I write?
I write because it is my passion,
my life, and my way of
revealing to people my pain and my dignity
that I have inside.
Why I write?
I write because it makes me feel
Where is the truth in the mist of these lies?
Is there any Love left?
Must I cover my eyes from what's real?
This world is consumed by deceit
And people only live to gain and to defeat everyone else
Gives a voice to the weak,
the misunderstood,
ones who dont know what words to say
Till they find the truth in someone else's words.
Shows the harsh worded,
the one word speakers,
What did you do for me?
How dare you suggest, that I be the best, when you never did anything for me
Hug and Kisses, no!
Always touched, but never close
Never agreed with my individuality
The first time I started writing, I fell in love,
Now I'm addicted, poetry is my drug.
It comes unasked from my gut
I can finish, but never quit like a cigarette bud.
I’ve died at least one thousand deaths.
A girl warrior with the foundation of a fighter,
I leap slash onto every mountain,
I sneak crash onto every mole hill,
I sing ring out a battle cry and off I go
Tear the tree down
As the ecosystem frowns
Just so some smuck
gets to wear the mangrove crown
One day natures going to fight back
But what you lack
Is the ability to comprehend
It's the harsh sound that rings in your ears,
the noise equivalent to a bee sting.
The white noise in your head vibrates,
all you want it to do is cease it's unearthly pitch.
