I'm independent, I'm strong
But truly for how long
Stressed but still blessed
I'm still learning how to complete the rest
I'm burning for freedom
Burning to tell my story
Without feeling the burn, called hell
To scared to reveal my true self
I'm just a book left on the shelf
I have a different way of living
No one shows any interest In a person like me They judge, and hold a grudge
But we're still to scared to take the lunge
Worried about what they say
But at the end of the day
Does it matter
If your dreams are already shattered
And no one seems to be flattered
They say your smart, oh and how beautiful
But they don't know how breakable
I show no fear and never can shed a tear
But I've bleed all your discrimination
In the foundation of all this frustration
I have this starvation mixed with temptation to prove you wrong
But long to find myself
And no longer lie
And rely on my fears and tears
To hold me, to mold me and scold me
I remember what you told me
Be yourself and stay strong
But what if I DON'T know myself
Somewhat lost
At what cost
Does our souls become frost
Before or after we change and rearrange our thought process
For societies over all test
Oh yes
Our lives have become a mess
And we no longer have the courage to speak up
Because our society has discourage what we call dreams
And it seems we have lost ourselves
It screams!
Our souls scream
To be heard I'm done being silent
Seeing what it does
Being told to be quite
I've been held to tight
And it isn't right
At the end of the eighteenth night
I'll make it right
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From the Body and Soul
PoesieI'm just a young writer trying to make a difference with my words. My poetry shows all emotions. I hope you read my poems and feel them.
