"To be soft is to be powerful." - Rupi Kaur
For the boys who are told they can't show emotions
For the girls who are called weak because of their skin
For those who can't find the power within themselves or are unable to unsheathe it.
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The bed sheets haven't been washed in a year Porcelain skin broken and scarred Walking with wobbly knees And bruised knuckles
Chapped Ripped Raw, cherup lips brilliant red From constant biting and pulling
Legs tinkling like clashing silverware With each slow Deliberate step
Feeling pain just to feel Marvelled at the sight Of red, rough cuts Scattered and sewn
Waking up in countless unknown beds Embedded with unknown smells That empty feeling Of walking home alone Again Head pounding Numb Alone
Living life by breathing By a heart beat The ache acting as a weight Downing pills and vodka Just to rid of it Living in disgust with yourself Watching the world around you Like a film in a cinema
They tell you to turn on the lights But it's not that you're scared of the dark It's that every time you muster up the courage, the door becomes farther away It's another cancelled plan It's another aplogoy as to why you're not involved It's when it hurts worse to move It's fear that chains us Fear that we're taught
