Battleground

In the second grade was the first time she was called ugly
They say sticks and stones can break your bones
But the words that we are called don't cripple our minds with doubt
She was moved to the back of the room
To stop getting berated by spit balls
The school halls were battlefields
She trying to dodge the words shaped like grenades
The playground was worse
She practiced running away to keep safe
Or she would stand perfectly still hoping not to be noticed
Kids can be so hurtful
She has never recovered
Despite a loving spouse who would call her a success
Despite a great job and career
She does not think she is beautiful
Just because of a birth mark that takes about half of her face
The kids use to yell
She looks like a wrong answer someone tried to erase
But couldn’t quite get the job done
She is beautiful in her way
You have to see her heart before you see her skin
But kids are so shallow
And that is why public school is always a battleground
How many of us truly survive unscathed?

Who Should Be Alone?

I write for the broken souls
Sprawled out on restroom floors
They are in the bars
The live there life there
Because it is easier to worry about the next drink
Then it is to think about the brink
These people could tell you where the sky bends
There minds are different from ours
The shape the world with there imagination
Sometimes its there worst enemy
But it is all they have
We might think it is sad
But it is life its how things work
Should they be alone?
He was a boy crafted from a different tree
It was a broken branch
He was adopted
Not because his parents wanted to let him go
He was 5 when he became two parts horror
His parents lost in a car accident
Where he was fortunate enough to live
Sometimes he wishes he hadn’t
Started therapy in grade seven
On so many pills was he ever really there
Finally snapped when a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the idiocy to tell him
"Get over it"
Like this is something he could stop thinking about
The worst thing is he sits in Juvi
Trapped with his thoughts of what has happened
His mind damaged from everything he has gone through
Alone in all senses
Well the other boy sits at home with his mom and dad
Only having stitches in his head
And a brace on his arm
Who would you rather be?
Who should be alone?

Poetry

This is something I have gotten into the past few weeks. I write most them in the middle of the night, my mind is always racing so I started to put them down in this form. They are in a spoken word way so they dont always rhyme. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.