i feel sad.
i feel sad because the world is angry.
i want to use my words to sooth its temper
but paper isn’t enough.
and when i shout them,
no one seems to hear me over the sirens and gunshots.
no one listens to me.
no one cares.
he didn’t care when she said stop.
when she said no.
when she said “PLEASE I DON’T WANT THIS”
no one listens.
not when it would become a burden on their backs,
especially when he has bruises on his.
we stay quiet to please
for our voices fall on deaf ears
life can be beautiful,
the tears from your eyes will
water the soil in the cracks of your broken home
and flowers will bloom.
we all die
our ashes left like whispers
cosmic dust floating in the aftermath.