This girl, her, that woman over there....stood. She stood up on two shaky legs and with trembling hands took out her deepest darkest secrets and laid them out for the world to see. She took her soul and painted into pictures for THEM. THOSE people. The whispering ones, whispering things, about her. All her years. All those moments. Every day and sleepless night. the soft murmer, steady drone. Cold voices spitting fire. Burning ice pain like poison death. In her heart they kill desire.
This woman, she bears the weight of 100 years but only took the breath of 21. She cried herself an ocean and built a boat of pain. Made a map of blood and drew it on her skin. She set her hopes on morning and began to wish for wind. And when the wind never came, she abandoned ship and began to swim.
She was tortured. Suffering at the hands of common man. Not so common. More animal than man. Whispering THEY turned from her. Left her there. Ripped from humanity. Stripped of dignity. Violated naked bleeding broken thing. Thrown into chaotic Ssssssstatic. Sanity bluring. Thoughts mangled, bent into warped mirrors. Waken from the dream and living her nightmare. All that she ever will become, ever was. All that she is. REDUCED.
This woman, she bears the weight of 100 years but only took the breath of 21. She cried herself an ocean and built a boat of pain. Made a map of blood and drew it on her skin. She set her hopes on morning and began to wish for wind. And when the wind never came, she abandoned ship, and began to swim.
THEY believe in their systems. Justice for all in the land of the free. Justice for THEM. Drowning in conformity. their ignorance falls from their lips. This disease spreads...like wild fire. Strong in the THEIR masses. In THEIR ears convictions ring true. THEY despise what THEY do not comprehend. THEY run from what is too deep for them to mend. Distrust difference. Spit at the weak. Hide from IT. Cover it in words. Smother it in lies. IT will go on. This TRUTH beneath it all. THERE IS NO JUSTICE! not for THEM. Not for her.
This woman bears the weight of 100 years but only took the breath of 21. She cried herself an ocean and built a boat of pain. made a map of blood and drew it on her skin. She set her hopes on morning and began to wish for wind. and when the wind never came, she abandoned ship, and began to swim.
SHE is a warrior. Battles won and battles lost. UP from the depths. She walks the edge. Armed with defiance in her life long war. Molded into hardened ball of stone lined with steel. THEY stare. Tongues twisting, vicious mumbling. head held high, tears threatening, chin trembling. She marches on. Despite nights rocking herslef to sleep singing lonely lullabyes. Despite the screaming raging just behind her voice. Despite the pain pounding behind her eyes. Despite the self loathing burning in her heart. Despite fear closing around her throat. Despite doubt plaguing her mind. Despite the sadness eating her soul. Despite all those moments. Despite all those years.
DESPITE all those voices
whispering in her ears.
