She ups the volume
One more notch
To drown out the stupidity
Around her,
No one could possibly understand
How she feels.
He twist off the lid
Of another bottle
Fishes out another
And downs one more pill
Prescribed by the
Insolent society he's
Grown up in.
She binds her chest
Because she isn't happy
With the body she's
Been born into
She never got a choice
But everyone else gets one
To judge how she decides to live
He swipes his cheeks
With the brush
That powders over the person
He never really knew
Or understood
Because for once
He wants to be called
Beautiful
Not
Handsome
People preach the word
Acceptance
But they're hypocritical
To their own words
Because they can't define it.
They'll tell you it's okay
To be who you want to be
That no one has the right to judge.
But the words will stab you
Like daggers in your back
Because they won't have
The audacity to utter them
In your presence.
But one day
The word
Acceptance
Won't be defined on books
Between the words
Acceptable and access
But are defined by the actions
You preform with not just
Your hands
But with your heart
YOU ARE READING
For A Dreary Day
PoetryPoems that might make you think, might confuse. Poems that only I, the creator, can use. Poems for good days, poems for bad. Poems that you might think are rad (even though some might be sad) Some crazy things are written so beware. Quite strange, q...
