Must I live like this every day? Does anyone care?

Every day, every minute I hear my motivation scream out, but I am still breathing

I see the men pass with every opportunity

Where I, my kind, and them live in this so called “peace”

This wonderful torture surrounds us

This terrible way of misfortune, but they say it’s triumph

I still feel that horrible agony

He forced me and they did nothing,

They thought I deserved it

They really didn’t care, not even a bit, they just stared

Look at the sky, it was oblivious to my suffering too

Afterwards he left me there with the cost, exhaust and lost mind

But me, being like this, they just walk away and scoff

I am needed but at the same time ignored

I am not the same as them, that is why I live like this

Or is it even living?

Society stands and walks and jumps on us like dirt

It is their culture, it is their life

That shapes mine