I AM ANGRY!!
Yes! I am angry.
For too long I've sat in the silence of the darkness hoping you will shout INJUSTICE!!
But you are as silent as the tears below her eyes.
Weeping. My mother is weeping.
From the womb of the earth she was born, raised to life by her bones, shes bleed.
She has been bent by your stares. She bows.
But you have yet found a way to bruise. To break. To distroy.
My mother weeps.
For at the strike of dawn, in the middle of day or cloaked by night you steal her soul.
You vandalize her temple.
My mother weeps.
When she shouts you call her loud yet her silence is murder.
I weep.
I weeped.
Now I cry, a battle cry to the world. No more.
No more will you justify your evil with wit and entitlement.
No more will I accommodate you ego with my silence.
I cry.
And let the world hear me,
Let the Gods tremble at my wrath.
For every woman you have gutted let the world find justice.
I will cry!!! I will shout.
You will see me.
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
