"She once hoped for someone to accept her..."
—max
i
All she needs
is acceptance,
That somehow
they could see her
as one of them.
Bold and free from
discriminations And pain,
Being vocal for her agony
and disdain.
ii
When will she
conquer her rights?
Rights being
a living creature alive,
So easy for them to stomp her
like a trash,
Spitting herlike a disposable
rotten glass.
iii
When is the day
for her contentment?
Self pity is the description of
her confidence,
And idiot is the vignette of her
intelligence.
When could she fight for
her own battle?
Battle between her and
her strength,
Strength which always bend,
They let her believe
that weakness is all she have,
And strength is what she lacks.
Is that what
she really is?
Being a beggar of attention?
A living useless and distraction?
When is the time to boost her vigor?
A time to right her
wrongful thoughts
Of lowering her own keep.
...
BINABASA MO ANG
Ignite The Unspoken
PoetryPUBLISHED under Chapters of Love Indie Publishing. - Half of A Hundred Poems She's voicing her thoughts through a pen, and expressing herself through this thing called poem. written by : Maxetispsych (former McCleoxx) Highest rank:1 (Photo Credits)
