At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
Tag: hate
I have never felt so alone
I can talk to anyone
I can go out and be jovial
I want to be
A person
Who is asked to be there
To have a good time
But I also
Want to be one
Whose is wanted
Someone who is needed
To be at the clubs
At the bar
To have fun
Even when I am struggling
I need my people
People who know me
And to pull me out
Of my funk
to see that I am
Not ok
And yet want
To others to keep me as part of their lives
Knowing I can be fun
I can experience
and experience
The joy it is to
Be with my people
Please don’t shut me out
I can still be fun
I’ll talk about life
Or just play games
Don’t push me away
Because I am not perfect
I beg of you
To keep me in your heart
In your life
I don’t know if I can survive
Without you
Please accept me for who I an
As I will always accept you
Do not convict me
Heartless
I will not be condemned
To a loveless life
You will not imprison me
In this coffin called
US
At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
Little by little
Battered and bruised
Elements of her body
Her soul
Disappearing
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Taken and tortured
By Man’s greed
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Gluttony and bloodshed
Seeping into her pores
Poisoning her
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She lashes out
Inundated with tears
Wailing and quaking
The flames of her anger
Rage on
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Man does not
Obey
Her decrees
Heed
Her roars
Her distemper propagates
*
Loss and starvation
Misery and death
Will consume man
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Allowing her restoration
“What’s past is past”
“Forget the past”
“Leave the past behind”
Lies we tell ourselves
To get over love
Control our grief
Box our emotions
Forget
Forget
Forget
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We cannot lobotomized
Our memories
Our pain
Our grief
We can only live with
Learn from
And never forget
A bitter taste
Destroying beauty
People that kill
People who die
Children who wake
From gunshots outside
Families afraid to
Send their children to school
Blood soaked clothing
Of mothers whose
Sons have died in their arms
Guns in the hands
Of the innocent and nefarious
Bombs dropped
Bloodshed in the name of God
Wars for power, land, oil, greed
Mother’s without children
Babies without families
Nations without trust
Humans without Love
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Hope endures faintly
You repress it
Behind your smile it lurks
In the pit of your stomach
It resides
Growing
An irrepressible contagion
Ascending from the bowels
Disappointment
Infuriation prolonged
Now turned to rage
Misguided resentment
Boiling over
Need for an outlet
You struggle to keep it inside
No, it must be released
Released on me
My spirit
And my body
It must be released
It dissipates
Rage released…
Children are crying
Screaming aloud
Blood is scattered
Spread throughout
Pain and sorrow
All around
Loud sounds
Screeching through the air
Bullets flying
Children dying
Guns are given
Out like toys
Babes in arms
Little girls and boys
Violence is the only way
Grab the children
Seize the day
Heroine addicts
Looking at the girl
With razor carvings
Blanketing her arms and legs
–
They turn away from her
“She doesn’t have a real problem”
–
As in life she’s unaccepted
In this world of recovery
–
Walking away
She gives in to
No longer belonging in this world
–
Desperately searching
To find the end
–
The end of her pain
–
A girl in-need of help
Never found it
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Even in a place
Where all can be helped
B.A. Wilcox © 