We live in a society that
expects us to hustle all day long
and the truth is, they aren't giving
a single glance at our tired bodies.
I kept walking on a tightrope
holding my breath with each step
thinking that it wasn't seen
that I was faking my every smile
because I wanted to hide away.
We live in the environment that
asks us to work all week long
and the truth is, they aren't giving
a single break for us to rest.
I didn't get my needed record
getting my strength back in time
not knowing where to go from here
deep within, I felt like an outsider
because I wanted to disappear.
We live in a country that
wants us to speed all month long
and the truth is, they aren't giving
single praise for our strong bones.
I was running in circles
keeping my body in one place
afraid that my efforts don't add up
that I wasn't needed for them
because I was a useless person.
We live in a world that
tells us to party all year long
and the truth is, they aren't giving
a single night for us to sleep.
My life was an absolute mess
I wished it all went a different way
running past the stop signs
midway there, I saw a hellfire
because I was a broken soul.
. . .
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A/N: Okay, so... I don't exactly know what I want to say with this poem, but I think that each section could be like a mirror you'd see yourself in. A little piece or a large piece as long as it makes you reflect and learn something about yourself. While I say that, I know that my poetry may be a bit dark as I take on topics that could be triggering to my readers which is why I want to remind you to be careful when I dive into it and not read it if you like it can hurt you. I want to be a safe space for you all but at the same time, I wanna write about things that make us bleed both physically and mentally.
Now go and enjoy the last two weeks of July 'cause this summer is flying away. You know seasons come and go, hardship stops and starts and joy is and isn't; whatever you're going through or dealing with, it isn't the end, it's the start of something new.
With love,
M.
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