So this was a poem for a project and I got 1st place for a Poetry Slam as well
We are not suppose to be sold,
We are not allowed to trade ourselves from something new,
We are not even an item that should be used for the fun.
We tried the best not to get ourselves in this mess.
But they make us fall for them like we fell in love with our soulmate.
Does the seller want us to feel the suffer that they had?
What about the traders, do they want us to feel like we are failures
Because they aren't good enough for humankind.
And for the buyer? Do they want us to feel like we are only theirs and no one else's?
Day and night the people in their new business
Always regret what they got themselves in.
They can't get out now,
Cries to the walls like the walls can hear you.
But really you are losing all the opportunities to leave.
They try and hide their pain from wearing the gifts that the owner has to
Offer them just so they can stay. But that
Only makes it worse.
YOu try and run but each time you do that
They find you and ship you to the next owner.
They sell you like you're a product
And they use you like you're supposed to be a survival tool.
And this will repeat
Seconds to seconds
Minute to minute
Hour to hour
Days to days
Months to months
Years to years.
Sold, traded or used it doesn't matter because this
Will never stop until they realize how much
Pain they gave.
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True Emotions
PoetryThese are a bunch of random poems that I'm writing Most of them are on the emotions that I feel Some can be terrible so I'm truely sorry If you like my poetry then you can message me if you want me to write one just for you
