When did we loose the ability to empathize? Somewhere, along the line, we understood that freedom of speech meant we’re entitled to be our best judgemental assholes selves. That has to change. You don’t right a wrong with nastiness. Self-centerd people are always ready to point fingers. It’s sickening the way we trait each other. We all speak from a podium of ignorance, pretending understanding for ourselves. Giving back nothing ’cause we always have bigger issues to solve. Kindness comes from the best place. Filtered words are not lies, it’s a considerate way to not hurt others feelings. Always the truth, always compassion and a gentle heart.
I crave a tight embrace as much as I hate it. It’s so powerful it should mean good feelings. It’s a “welcome home”. It’s “I’ve got your back”. It’s “I feel for you”. It’s “I’ll make it better”. It should never be forced. It’s not righting wrongs. I’m a special place myself as you are. Let’s celebrate with big hugs that are good for the heart. Otherwise, step back. And keep your mask.
The more they spray the tan,
The more they hate
They’re color blind
Choosing the same old brand.
Orange was the New Black
Orange is the New Tyranny.
They put us in boxes
To contain the chances
Oh, we’ll break free
Above gender color faith
It’s your thought: keeep it!
Knowledge is the key.
Look for the truth
Your battle is The battle.
The soft embrace of your childhood memories, still can take you there. It’s a smell, a voice, your carefree gaze. I lost the dreams, the nightmares as well. It’s a sleepless night sometimes. Day by day. Between a laugh and a cry. I cover in those memories from time to time, the warm blanket for a loving goodnight.
Don’t you worry. When you’ll face the harsh and tough, I’ll be there. When you fight with your fears, scared to your bones, your hand in mine. I’ll be there to dry your tears and make you smile. I’ll hold you tight when you’re cold inside. I see your scars and the healing you had to survive. I’ll be there when you’ll be losing faith. I’ll show you the bright colors you put in my eyes. I’ll be there to love you, body and soul. May the world be blind to our struggles, I’ll be there because you’re mine.
There are times when the picture is clear. Frozen in place, standing we can see, all the dirt, the falling dust that covers the lies. We were busy, occupied, we couldn’t bother to fight. There were too many shiny things to reach. Doesn’t matter the lost, the poor, the oppressed, ’till we escape that fate, we’re secure. So, the power was there to keep into greasy hands, to share between themselves. We were busy worrying ’till the grave. Paying overwhelming taxes, caressing empty things, distancing from feelings. We lost the power to criticize and act. Now, we face the consequence. The world in greedy hands, our safety at stake. How does it feel? Those shiny things, so empty and useless. We’re under a pacific tyranny. How does it sound? Take this time to understand.
Is there a no bullshit day out there? There’s a day for impressive tributes, to never forget how we failed, to celebrate silly things and so on. I myself would love a free bullshit day. I need it. As a sensitive person, as a “I’m ok with no being perfect, but not with you pretending to be one” person. A day where people like me can thrive and take pleasure walking around and meeting people. Until then, don’t call me, I’ll call you later. Just wait.
I need to stand up for myself. To be my own man, or woman in this case. I can adapt all right, can take all these little lies, as you picture them. I can be underestimated all my life. Be a tool for my own family. I’ll keep on living in my mind and keep my true self to me. When someone is ignoring me while I’m talking, I stop. I already know what’s on my mind and I don’t need to here it expressed in my voice out loud. I care about my body, I take care of it and I’ll let it untouched as much as I can if I’m not going to be treated with the care and time and feeling I deserve. You moron. You’re undeserving of my love.
It surrounds me, I’m at its mercy.
Just don’t stop, don’t you ever stop it …
tump tututump tump pup tutump…
Let it rise my spirit and crawl inside;
it’s running through my veins
so right its rhyme, the rhythm just fine…
I’m climbing mountains and heights:
just keep going stamping on my heart
let it beat faster and soar through the skys.
Nothing hurts like the cuts you keep letting your loved ones inflict on you. It’s the betrayal of your affection, of your caring. It’s the burning humiliation. There are links you can’t break. There are crosses you bear willingly. Silently hiding in yourself, needing relief. Calling for everything to stop just for a second. Just to forget yourself, the place you live in, your life, every choice you made. Every person who broke you. Piece by piece. The moment you feel yourself floating with your favorite music, reaching for the sky. Just a second to leave all the ugliness behind. Give me just that second to forget.