I am

by Maxxgrayyy

November 15, 2015

I am the red handprint sprung across the child's face.

The used up arm of the mother too high to realize where her children are.

The smell of alcohol tainting her breath

screaming the same words on repeat

"Get the hell out "

I am the vision of hope and prosperity

That morally pulls you through times of disaster.

And sometimes

There in the distance

When there is no answer

I am the truth you do not want to hear

I am everything you don't want me to be

Exactly when you don't want it.

I am the cuts on your body

marring it for a lifetime,

That paints the scene for middle school broken hearts.

Numbering the days you completely fell apart.

I am the drunk kid asking daddy for a ride home

Or running away, having enough of this

Flying off the handles

And

Landing in shambles

I am not the output of bad parenting

Infact, the opposite

I am the product of being taken advantage of,

Bending, breaking and being put back together in the wrong way.

But whatever!

I am the realization that world peace can become reality.

Change is not impossible

You and I are a part of equality!

The solar system has its plans,

Mother Nature hates us.

We're damned!

I often either say too much

Or too little

I must speak up,

I must be heard and also listen,

I am the voice

of the speechless,

The cries,

Of the scared,

The laughter,

Of the joyed.

I am my own voice.

People call me Max

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