Sad Poem of Injustice Opresssion
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Blue streak on black hair
Both dyed.
No father. Strained eyes from crying fear
All night is every day
High platforms on expectations and boots
School work. Medieval torture
No different for me.
Motivations low. Feelings lower in the darkest days.
Eyeliner longtime put on.
Dark circles around eyes covered with dark circles of makeup.
Waking hours asleep. No one matters. But music
Of Fallout Boy gives me empowering thoughts.
My mother oppresses my expression of social justice.
The patriarchy. Controls even her.
Fuck fuck. Shit fuck. Ass Shit. Fuck fuck.
Girls with popular faces.
Faces with popular asses.
Fuck fuck. Shit fuck. Ass Shit. Fuck fuck.
I am surrounded by sheeple.
Music concert Sunday.
Black Sunday in tights and fishnet top.
My trigger words are raining upon me like
punches
on abused women.
Too many men around me.
White girls dressed like
Russian mailorder brides
RAPE
surround them.
Wish I didn't have the same pigment as them
RAPE
RAPE
I hate my color.
Should have stayed inside. Paler then.
RAPE
Go back home to happy place.
Home is not really home.
Home is sadness.
Social deviants collect
and conform to the standards.
of what we need
to feel ok.
Might as well do meth.
So sadness.
Give me money for college.
Pursuing gender studies.
Meat is
Murder.