Religion is...
Religion is
Written and verbal
ABUSE!
A way to make you fear
Everyday life
To keep your mind
In CHECKMATE!
A disturbing way to live
Without peace
In your own mind
A lack of security
Within your soul
Insecure feelings of
What if?
What if?
What if i'm not
Doing this right
God will punish me
Don't punish yourself
Over words
Of blackmail
K.j.a. (c) 2017
Going back to school - a horror story.
I remember that time
going back to school was such a thing.
So much preasure
we couldn't even sleep at night.
The excitement,
the butterflies in our stomachs.
The nervousness,
the fear in our faces.
That day you knew
which would be your class.
That day you saw
the ones you didn't want to see.
It was like coming back to prison,
a prison full of people
you couldn't stand
and who couldn't stand you either.
You wanted to wear
your favourite trousers,
your favorite t-shirt,
your fabourite hairstyle.
You wanted everything to be perfect
for your destruction.
Honey, someday you'll finish school,
but the feeling of the first day'll stay forever.
I’m like my sisters - that’s all.
Don't you dare to tell me
I'm not like most girls,
that's like an insult to me.
You know, most girls are wonderful,
Girls with make up
Girls without make up
Girls with fabolous clothes
Girls with the swetear their mother weave for them
Powerful girls
Scared girls
Angry girls
Kind girls
Girls girls girls
Girls helping each other
Girls surviving
Girls fighting
against men who tell them they're not like most girls
Freedom
I wanted to make my own choices
To be trusted to decide
What is wrong and what is right
But I'm too young.
I'm old enough to decide my future;
What I'll do for the rest of my life-
But not old enough to choose
How I spend my free time
I don't listen to the right music
I don't wear the right clothes
I can be whoever I want
As long as it's who they choose
Whatever I do
They have to approve
I'm still just a child
There's so much I don't know
But I never will
If I'm not allowed to grow