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BurnAngry, my eyes speak infamy;
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bound and caged in slick indignity,
And though I bleed because I fight,
I will not fall, I will arise.
I’m pacing, chasing, repeating, bleeding,
defacing, erasing, and I’m not healing.
legs taut, breath hot, arms pop-and-lock,
laughing, screaming, and I can’t stop.
I know I’m crazed, its not the pain;
Revenge and hate drove me insane.
I swear on every bruise black on my back,
On green-brown scratches on my sides,
On sick pink fear and yellow hate,
On blood that dripped down a child’s thighs,
I sing this song, my voice dry and raw,
So carrion crows will hear my call.
I’m pressed against the shackle’s teeth,
I will not rest, I will not sleep;
Hear havoc in my desperate cries;
I will not break. I will arise.
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
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For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c