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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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