How Words Speak
You ask, what is a poem to me?
Thinking, it may hit home to you.
But to be honest, I dont know
And that´s okay, because all these words are at my dismay.
I do not know how to write a poem,
I should have time to search it up in this dome.
I do not know how poetry came into my life
Maybe it was when I didn´t think I was living it right
Im going to dive into it here
Some may say it was their savior when they didn´t want to live at all
But in my case, they are the words that hid and made a big fat wall
That Hid me from my family, hid me from my life
hid me from school, and hid me from the knife
I know what you may be thinking, but relax I never even gave in to that sight
Being a child to immigrants was as hard as seeing in the night for all the problems that came with it
School was hard but I never even tried, meeting new people was what I spite, a seperated family was not what I had in mind
Now I know who I am, a human with every right
Right to speak her mind, the right to live a healthy life
I was not happy with what I had, but now I am indebt with these words I sought
Sought to express myself, to express my mind filled rhymes
I do not know why I was so depressed, seeing all these girls nicely dressed
Im sure the media will hide the sight when all those girls are under the knife
Why do we get so worked up about social media and social life?
I am away from all the fake, It was the best for my sake.
I was unhappy with who I was, and what i stood for
It was the tiring act of being perfect, the tiring act of living up to a plastic barbie
The reason for my ache was society´s standards of a teenage army
But I go against all stereotypes, for that I am not sorry
A girl can hurdle a football, and also shop at the mall
I was always a little more quiet but my mind was louder than super bowl´s crowd
It 2016, everyone hates for being mean, judging me for being me
Having an opinion can get you killed for and yet this poetry ain´t all that clean
but words aren´t meant to rhyme with everything
Anxious about all dings, now I chill with no worries about the tardy
I think it´s cool how that Indian wears her saree, one day i will go on a safari
I can say what I think, I dont mind to climb for my dreams
Words speak even when the mouth fails to do so
Because words are power, the eyes can seek for
I do not consider myself a poet, but I started off reading with edgar allen poe
It was the dark the consumed all my thoughts preventing to dive into reality
But since the book speak, the ¨sow it¨ expression came clear to me
That words cant always tell what people dont know
Wise words come in a song, in a book, or in poetry, originality cannot be cloned
Twice the same words, come from a hatred mouth worth a dime, people dont see the sign
That the mind is a sponge, waiting for it to suck all the knowledge
I see so many resources, yet nobody goes to college
Books make people open minded, to wake them up from the awful world´s way of tallage
I see so many truths now, which only poetry has shown me, but there is still so much blockage
I use words for poems, and sometimes for lyrics to songs
It ´s a way to open clowns´ eyes, to change their ignorant crimes
It´s time to move on, from such dark times
Sad poetry was so last the past life
I surround myself from sinfree rhymes
I use to use poetry to express the darkness but now my goal is to expose it
I grew up, and went into the brightest door, a door that chimes away the badness
Dark poems were a way to seek help, to make loud a crisis
It´s no excuse to give up searching up professionals on yelp
I found a way to touch others, a never ending kindness
And I won´t stop not even for a minute
Thinking of starting up my own clinic
Words can speak when no words are even said, how's the possible?
well they can be read, from a author´s point of plot
I am working hard now, to makeup for what I loss
school is important and the reason why I want to become a boss
not for power, not for money, get a grip, it´s for the leadership
My family is torn up and studying can help them get back together
Even with this rainy weather, words are the comfort that gets me through the storms
I am who I am, and words can not begin to express all I can
This is a long poem, but I haven´t even started the story of human clones
Actions do speak and so do words, words can hurt when ears hear turds
I say no bad words because negativity shall not be spread
Drop dead before I fled
I started a battle, an uprising for society´s head
And poetry made a nice warm bed
This is not the best work I have written, but my keyboard is to be smitten
A connection I can not stop, a habit I will not drop
Happy thoughts can be used for good, it´s time for some positive vibes to be said
I choose an internet buddy over a tumblr´s depressing thread
I love words, for I love all language
The world is one, I shall seek higher education to find a way to unite us as one
The war should be done, we need to fund our adolescent sons and daughters
Better than muerders and slaughters
This is why poems are important
Any perspective can mold it but it can´t be shortend
Words can not be less, only for a viewers perspective to address
Expanding intelligance makes us blessed
Ready to get rid of manipulation and all that rest
A play of words, can put a smile on a writer´s face
Hopefully taking them off all their stress
The correct poems guided me into bliss
For so I hiss at damaging pictures on the internet
A careless kiss to a little girl´s self esteem
It´s a diss to harmful teens
Not funny, for they are miserable unable to do good deeds
All that we need, is to read a good poem and drink some coffee beans
To finally understand how hurtful all those movies scenes affected the brain
The main reason it to be seen. I am a human being, with words to be heard,
so I can cause awarness of this and much more, sending flying little birds to tell you what you denied all along
The harsh universe to which we belong
I have integerity, worth enough for an eternity
I will grow, and so will my words
Though I am a beginner, I am new to this entirely
I wish I could sing to attach a link to a music video of a thoughtful song
I wish I can draw, so I can show you my mind´s pretty thoughts
All I can do is say goodbye, and thank you all very much for your time.
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