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There,
In the center of the prison,
Sways a starved young woman.
She drifts side to side,
Swinging from her rusted manacles.
"You'll never catch me, my dears," she sings,
"You'll never capture my soul,"
"As long as I still breathe, my dears,"
"My spirit will be whole!"
She chuckles and sighs,
Tears in her eyes,
Staining her irises red,
This acrobatic game she plays,
Fills her veins with lead.
"I will stay here, however long, and you will never see,"
"I can sing, here, in my cell,"
"But, my dears, you'll never catch me!"
In the center of the prison,
Sways a starved young woman.
She drifts side to side,
Swinging from her rusted manacles.
"You'll never catch me, my dears," she sings,
"You'll never capture my soul,"
"As long as I still breathe, my dears,"
"My spirit will be whole!"
She chuckles and sighs,
Tears in her eyes,
Staining her irises red,
This acrobatic game she plays,
Fills her veins with lead.
"I will stay here, however long, and you will never see,"
"I can sing, here, in my cell,"
"But, my dears, you'll never catch me!"
Literature
Being
Being a girl
Doesn't make me
Less intelligent than you;
Weaker than you;
Less determined than you;
More vulnerable than you;
Less talented than you.
Being me makes me
Witty and persevering;
Outspoken and creative;
Original and unique;
Charming and clever;
And obviously more
Open-minded than you.
Literature
Therian
Therian
Therian is something you can not see
It's something we need to believe.
It's the soul of a wolf within thee
In believing this we wait for the moons eve.
If you are blessed with a wolves spirit,
Then nature and time seem to be equal.
It's the idea that we were once wolves,
But reincarnated into humans.
The feeling of warmth lingering on the moon beams.
The feeling that your unique.
Therian is not just a thought it
is who i am
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Not Ashamed
Bare-armed in school
Fresh cuts and scars exposed
I don't care anymore,
If anyone else does, fuck them
It's my life
They don't know the stories
They'll never understand
So they can think what they want
The looks in the hallways
The whispering
I don't care
Want to know why?
Because today I'm being brave
I'm not hiding like a coward
You can stare at the cuts
That wrap my wrists
But every single one means something to me
Feel free to judge
Because I never really cared
What any of you think of me.
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okay....so...yeah...This is my look into my own mind and how I'm kind of feeling towards my family right now...so yeah...
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This poem is very interesting! I love the symbolism, and the lines that the young woman says! Great work!