At the stair's summit, shadows dance,
A girl perched high, in a quiet trance.
Between wooden slats, she glimpses a fray,
A hushed exchange, where words betray.
Whispers crawl, a tempest's rise,
Crimson ember in her hazel eyes.
A silent witness to the strained refrain,
The heaviness of strife, an unseen chain.
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Continue reading"No matter when I recall the times of my youth, I remembered how I craved death in full desperation. For even if my lungs were to breathe air and my core were to beat faster, they ignored me as if I were a corpse lying on the ocean floor, consumed by creatures of those who settle on the salty waters. They watched me rot; my parents did. Yet, what's unfortunate is that I lived."
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I've questioned the love my parents say they have for me
I even doubt it, at times, when things seem bleak
But deep down, I know they would move mountains for me
Their love shines through in moments that are unique
They call me their princess, their one and only
Willing to sacrifice all they have for my happiness
They'd let their worlds burn just to show me they care
But sometimes I wish they could see past my mask
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It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.
I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.
Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
Because of his mental impairment, he was a baby who his parents chose to reject.
I told the parents that without an operation, their baby would die.
They told me not to operate and sadly, I understood the reason why.
They wanted him to die because of his Down Syndrome and some others and I protested.
The parents were taken to court but the judge agreed with what the parents requested.
Even though that damn judge upheld the parents decision, I operated anyway.
I saved that baby's life but my superiors were outraged and decided to make me pay.
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The sun falls,
And night begins,
Blue irises enthrall,
The eyes of my kin.
I never shared that ocean,
I was always miles behind,
always reachin',
never could unwind.
My eyes of grass,
On a summer's day,
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My father's gun hung on the door,
at first menacing, then necessary.
That gun kept out the wolves,
the bears,
and the wind howling.
The gun kept out the cold,
my mother no longer shivered,
and my father no longer took watch.
The stars no longer stared,
and the moon no longer seemed like a dream.
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They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
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I don't hate you
Because to hate would mean I care
That I feel anything towards you
But you try to get closer and make me hate you
Then blame me for fighting back
You always gave me everything
Everything you thought I wanted
Things I should want really
But I wanted to fix myself
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beneath the weight of their constant gaze,
i live in protest, day by day.
like a book with pages torn and bent,
their love is all i’ve ever known, but it’s spent.
they hover like the morning fog, thick and cold,
each decision made for me, each move controlled.
they love me, yes—i know that it’s true,
but their love, so heavy, pulls me through.
like the catcher in the rye, i want to shout,
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