I am human,
Scared legs,
A cut on my hand from an accident with a knife,
I have a right to be loud.
I am a homosapien,
A bipedal creature of chemicals,
Cells,
And everything in between.
Brunette, with brown eyes.
Olive colored skin.
All my faults written,
across a body that craves to be read.
Wants someone to tell me my faults are okay,
I just want to be okay.
Holding these hands up to the Gods,
Pray that life becomes good.
Because I refuse to face another one of these days.
I am a picture of my mother,
Her faults,
her history,
written across my DNA,
I want to scream
"I AM HUMAN!"
but what will that do.
Being dehumanized is a part of growing up.
Losing who you are is a part of adelescence.
But it is not,
and never should be.
I am all my faults,
and my faults are bound to choke me.
Ripping the confidence off my body,
The self love,
The beauty,
as if no one would see.
But do they?
Does anyone stop to question why I yell?
Why I am constantly talking?
I'm scared of the silence.
Silence is the biggest weapon a person can have.
SIlence breaks relationships up,
SIlence harbours anger,
Silence is what's left when the body sepereates from the soul.
Silence can,
And almost always,
Is deadly.
Scared legs,
A cut on my hand from an accident with a knife,
I have a right to be loud.
I am a homosapien,
A bipedal creature of chemicals,
Cells,
And everything in between.
Brunette, with brown eyes.
Olive colored skin.
All my faults written,
across a body that craves to be read.
Wants someone to tell me my faults are okay,
I just want to be okay.
Holding these hands up to the Gods,
Pray that life becomes good.
Because I refuse to face another one of these days.
I am a picture of my mother,
Her faults,
her history,
written across my DNA,
I want to scream
"I AM HUMAN!"
but what will that do.
Being dehumanized is a part of growing up.
Losing who you are is a part of adelescence.
But it is not,
and never should be.
I am all my faults,
and my faults are bound to choke me.
Ripping the confidence off my body,
The self love,
The beauty,
as if no one would see.
But do they?
Does anyone stop to question why I yell?
Why I am constantly talking?
I'm scared of the silence.
Silence is the biggest weapon a person can have.
SIlence breaks relationships up,
SIlence harbours anger,
Silence is what's left when the body sepereates from the soul.
Silence can,
And almost always,
Is deadly.
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humansarealienstoo
Sep 08, 2017
"Brunette, with brown eyes.
Olive colored skin.
All my faults written,
across a body that craves to be read."
I love this.. like I seriously love it.