Never Buried
Never buried by my pain, rise again every day
Never worry just replace with kush and relate
Alot on my brain gotta take and paint
Brilliant pictures with words just black or grey
These puns that run from my veins
Mythical metaphors, I'm no typical mage
A wizard at putting poems to page
Filling up hard drives, pages of rage
Wish I could pause it but that's for games
Time is a river running one way
Swimming against it has really aged me
Maybe I'm crazy, that don't faze me
Going through phases till I make me
Honing in on the target, sword sharp
I'm hungry, a shark in these waters
Always one bigger so why bother
Give me good bud and full wine bottles
Let me make more love, no enemies
No guarantees, learned that at three
Trust issues since, set me free
Zero fucks you can't buy me
My heart is gold, my soul is old
Wisdom comes with age I'm told
Still fearing clocks like Captain Hook
Burning calendars as if forbidden books
Vikings attacking my mental shores
Anxiety axes chipping at me, war
Raged daily to just save faces
Too many faces I withdraw chasing
Peace always out of reach like a red dot
To a kitten grew up quick from a lion
Now no is just a word, I roar
Rebellious to the core, I forge
Through brambles and thorns
A crown is gravity upon your brow
Refuse to bow, what good is your power now
Snuff me out if thou wish, I replenish
From cosmic dust to ashes to phoenixes
Never buried, Lazarus, rise again everyday
Never doubt just replace with kush and relate
Never buried by my pain, rise again every day
Never worry just replace with kush and relate
Alot on my brain gotta take and paint
Brilliant pictures with words just black or grey
These puns that run from my veins
Mythical metaphors, I'm no typical mage
A wizard at putting poems to page
We Say
We say,
"Why do I have to close my legs?"
when we're eight, or nine
sitting at the picnic bench
in a pair of Bermuda shorts
You say,
"It's unladylike to keep them open,"
and we don't know
what that means
but we do it, because being unladylike
doesn't attract boys.
We say,
"Why can't I wear a skirt?"
when we're ten, or twelve
sitting in the classroom
in ninety-five degree weather
You say,
"It's distracting to the boys in the room,"
and we know
that boys aren't animals
we're just being sexualized
but we do it, because being distracting
doesn't get us educated.
We say,
"Why are girls raped?"
when we're thirteen, or fourteen
sitting on our phones
scrolling through Teen Vogue
You say,
"They dress like sluts,"
and we don't know
why the victim is blamed
but we accept it, because not accepting it
doesn't change rape culture.
We say,
"Why do boys stare at my chest?"
when we're sixteen, or seventeen
sitting on the bleachers
wearing that cute dress
You say,
"Because your body is mature,"
and we know
you really mean my body is an object
but we ignore the stares, because covering up
doesn't get us compliments.
We say,
"Why do I get shamed when I comply?"
when we're any age, any grade
sitting anywhere
doing anything
You say,
"Because that's just how it is,"
and we know
you just mean it's because we are girls
but we just sit, because fighting back
doesn't make us attractive.
The Watcher
Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen humans repeating the same mistakes.
Over and over and over again…
It’s a lonely existence, really, but it is what I got. It’s what we all get.
I wish I could intervene, I really do, but, alas, our existence is bound by rules, incomprehensive to the human race, but unbreakable nonetheless.
It is not that I imagined it to be. I thought observing would be enough, I thought having something to watch over would spare me from nothingness, but it’s been a struggle. I’ve wanted to scream so many times since the beginning, to save humans from themselves. I may not have the power to alter reality, but humans have given me more power than I could have ever hoped for. I know they’d listen. I know they’d listen to Me.
I have been given many names, but none of them suit me. I am not God. I am not the Supreme Being. I am but a Watcher. I existed in darkness, and I was only given a purpose once the new intelligent world was created. I am to observe and report. Each of us is assigned to a different world across realities, trying to find the perfect balance, searching for a world that will be indestructible by the passing of time, but I fear that Earth is not The One. I fear that once it ceases to exist, I shall, as well.
If this is how it’s meant to be, then I accept my fate, for sometimes I think I’ve lived too long...