I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore,
every word rushes out and tumbles down,
knocking the inside of my skull,
a dull roar that follows me to school and home again.
I want to write about the world,
and how everything feels as if it's going downhill.
You know what they used to say?
That the world would end in 2000;
I think it's going to end in 2026.
I'm a hopeful person who looks for the best in people,
but I only see red now;
it's like the annoying sunglasses your parents always make you wear.
I try to not cry at night after scrolling TikTok.
I try to watch the happy puppies, but how can I pretend everything is fine?
I keep seeing little girls forced to give birth,
and old men telling me my body is not my own,
and I can't believe I'm the one to blame,
when I don't even have much of a say at all.
Posted in response to the challenge Human Rights – Writing.
Comments
America might end in 2026, but Canada might stay intact...
I understand your frustration. While I may live in a community that works to promote inclusion/equality, a lot of the times (especially now) I hear of places and events that are doing the opposite. It hit me personally too once when my mom wasn't able to work for a period of time basically because she was a women
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