Sleep deprived and mind a blur.
I step onto Main Street.
Walking to class,
tripping over broken bottles, barbed wire,
A tightrope that might f r a y and if you lean too far to
I stumble but life alert isn’t there when I
The shame and humiliation bombarded at me is somehow supposed to
cover my ass and lift me to my feet,
even though I am wearing pants.
Sugar coated cyanide
dispensed at me, like bullets from the gun
you aren’t legally allowed to carry.
You SLAMMMMM your sentiments
into my soul.
Once again, you were too busy
staring at my body to remember
to STOP when the light turned red.
But you’re never going to stop, are you?
You are going to keep on goinggggg,
until my nerves are shattered and you get an
Because stopppppppping means that you are wrong,
and society injects poison into your skull,
that men are always right.
Because being right is a tumor wedged in your frontal lobe,
and that we are crazy for telling you that it can be removed.
Because it is more important to get what you want,
than it is to respect us.
One day I hope the reality bus hits you hardddddd,
like your words,
when they penetrate our skin.
I hope you feel the pain
that is tattooed on our hearts,
and covered each day with foundation and a
I hope you wake up from your slumber
and realize you are WRONG;
Your words do not evaporate
when they slither from your tongue
and snake their way into our mind.
I pray for the day when you will stop.
I pray that you will slow down and think,
before you run us over with your truck,
and crush us with spiked sweetness.
So I pray that one day you will finally see
that if it weren’t for us, you would not be.