I respect peaceful protests, and I favor their persistence.
They courageously speak for me and every other silenced victim.
Only few survivors parade while the rest of us stay unknown,
Because the system consists of what's easiest for the majority by declaring our situations overblown.
The most comforting feeling is having control over what you portray,
But unfortunately for the innocent, villains thrive on inducing oppressive disarray.
The world shouldn't be black and white because life flourishes in the gray,
Never conclude that your sentiment presents the only insightful say.
I encourage you to find your voice and don't shy away from fears and afraids,
......
Loving had never made me feel so lonely, and living never made me feel so lifeless.
Patience was scarce and I was desperate for rest, and the only peace I found was in romanticizing my death.
Hate was addictive, but only towards myself, because I bought into the beauty standards that society sells.
At 10 I didn't know that it was rape and not love, because I believed what he told me until he hurt me for fun.
12 and I hoped that my heart surgery would fail, because at least it'd get me out of writing fair wells.
14 and I wondered “What if infanticide would have won?” or “What if my parents had never given me up?”
16 and my wrists were an escape from the numb, and the only things I believed in were my sports and bulimia.
18 and my stories grew older and untold, because no one had time to be friends with broken souls.
19 and 1 month and I feel most alive; now I know how to live, and not just survive.
......
All you told were lies,
And I hid behind the wall I built while you were telling me how good I made you feel.
All I did was try and please your appetite,
But your ego was droughty and left me for dead with only evaporites.
All we were was just a summertime's fun,
Because we bought into the scam of 'you only live once'.
Of all the cultures there are to experience and all the lessons we have to learn,
......
I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.
I was well matched to such absorbing work, knowing it was worthwhile,
Like stars traveling a long, long way, lending endless sparkles per mile.
I lived in the San Francisco Bay area, a location of beauty and charms,
Like the fragrant springtime blooms, strewing as wildly as bee swarms!
The library was near my home, and I would walk there in fair weather,
......
I was a famous, learned historian, living a good life in prevalent today;
As vast, grey clouds must move on, once wild storms are swept away.
I spent many golden days and plum evenings, perusing historical books,
Like a nature lover, passing lovely green hills, is casting backward looks.
I lived my life of vivid, probable future, waltzing with a prosperous past;
As sun and moon meet in rouge, dawn skies, just for the lively contrast!
I had written several bestselling books, on academic, engrossing topics,
......
I respect peaceful protests, and I favor their persistence.
They courageously speak for me and every other silenced victim.
Only few survivors parade while the rest of us stay unknown,
Because the system consists of what's easiest for the majority by declaring our situations overblown.
The most comforting feeling is having control over what you portray,
But unfortunately for the innocent, villains thrive on inducing oppressive disarray.
The world shouldn't be black and white because life flourishes in the gray,
Never conclude that your sentiment presents the only insightful say.
I encourage you to find your voice and don't shy away from fears and afraids,
......
All you told were lies,
And I hid behind the wall I built while you were telling me how good I made you feel.
All I did was try and please your appetite,
But your ego was droughty and left me for dead with only evaporites.
All we were was just a summertime's fun,
Because we bought into the scam of 'you only live once'.
Of all the cultures there are to experience and all the lessons we have to learn,
......
Loving had never made me feel so lonely, and living never made me feel so lifeless.
Patience was scarce and I was desperate for rest, and the only peace I found was in romanticizing my death.
Hate was addictive, but only towards myself, because I bought into the beauty standards that society sells.
At 10 I didn't know that it was rape and not love, because I believed what he told me until he hurt me for fun.
12 and I hoped that my heart surgery would fail, because at least it'd get me out of writing fair wells.
14 and I wondered “What if infanticide would have won?” or “What if my parents had never given me up?”
16 and my wrists were an escape from the numb, and the only things I believed in were my sports and bulimia.
18 and my stories grew older and untold, because no one had time to be friends with broken souls.
19 and 1 month and I feel most alive; now I know how to live, and not just survive.
......
I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows,
Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows.
I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes, repairing both old and the modern,
As spring beds each year boast old styles, and new ones, in fields untrodden.
I loved useful work that challenged me, requiring masterly skill and precision,
As autumn is challenged to create beauty, keeping up summer's fading vision.
Friends and I went to fetes together, in feathered and beribboned fascinators,
......
I was a perky lost and found coordinator, reuniting people with possessions,
As pink-orange, diamond sunset rejoins us, reminiscing sunrise impressions.
I liked blithe smiles of pleasure and relief, at reclaiming what was once lost,
Like pearl, exciting moonlight, in demand, must keep returning at any cost.
Because I hated losing loved objects myself, I took my work very seriously,
As rich, emerald nature, hating loss, clings to vivid colors, quite deliriously.
I had lost cherished items such as lockets, along with irreplaceable photos,
......