We grew up holding on to hope, clinging to the truth-- To a rope that unraveled with every movement. We were helpless-- hovering from a thread-- learning to believe that we couldn’t
Worth buried within mud, Concealed by wasted memories Our hearts had become familiar with the cracks, but all that could be seen was nothing. Darkness-- Shadows replaced the glimmer of kindness.
We broke. I sat in silence; The Pain wanted to be heard It screamed. It suffocated my words, stole my voice.
The stars in our eyes found more of a purpose in the tears on our face. Hidden. Scared. Unaware. these were feelings we were taught to bare.
Like a summer air that was never really there, Falling endlessly into a numbness of understanding, if everyone said it- How could it not be true? How could I deserve to live among the breath of others?
The teachers, The doctors, The tests asked Do you feel safe? but safe was not a word in our vocabulary. We had been raised with the shadows of caves-- all spelling “Loser”, “weak”, “dumb”,
“Incapable” of what’s possible Instead of seeing sunny days, horizons fade and we remembered the funny names But our smiles never lifted. Even if everything told us otherwise, we were gifted. Our views had been shifted. In a different world, there were no bruises to hide, lies to tell, walls that fell-- Hearts would be held.
but nothing is perfect. We are trapped behind doors of hate. frightened to feel even more Ashamed- of who we are of how we managed to get so far away from the shore
Waves overwhelmed our souls tossed and turned- we were told to notice the folds, the curves, the flaws- We could never show this.
Born pure and innocent, The idea of acceptance, friendship, kindness Has been forgotten. The scale has begun to tip. The problem is not power-
It’s the image of a child who feels He must cower Lost in a corner of his mistakes Of what makes him- Someones everything.
It’s the memory of your sister’s heart Shattered. the pieces too small, too tattered- fighting to carry the weight of judgement,
Pinning her to the “imperfections” you believed were beautiful. Now that stories are told hate unfolds- but we are stronger we can make change last longer
Bullying won’t be a problem. simply let kindness blossom.