The Jungle.
Thick trunks of concrete grey bark
these buildings hide the sun like trees
they call it the concrete jungle
they try to put us at ease.
As though vultures circle above prey
helicopters follow us where they please
these buildings offer no protection
but they try to put you at ease.
You have to fight your way up, no democracy
left on the ground you will freeze
they call this the concrete jungle
they turn a blind eye with ease.
This jungle is a fight
lone wolves get left behind
survival of the fittest, fight for your life
to our struggles they are blind.
Our War.
You judge yet you do not feel
you only see it on the TV, 'it is not real'
these feelings you will never know
with a silver spoon in your mouth you did grow
we were handed plastic forks and knives
you do not know how to fight for your lives.
We now do plead for understanding
understand how we must survive
for this life is violently demanding
we beg you to know we must fight to be alive.
Can you please help them?
we do not want your pity
just help to break the divide in your city
and abolish the issues from which this life does stem.
He was brought up for this war
he knew of violence before he was off the floor
no escape and no guiding hand
except for the ones who gave the commands.
They beg for an escape from their life
they want their children to never need to carry a knife.
F*ck Your "Smile".
Do not tell me to "smile"
and do not stare in horror as I demand
"give me something to smile about"
I know you are not used to not being in command.
But here we do not sit pretty
I will not contort my face for your pleasure
I walk with a face of purpose
a purpose more than to be your "treasure".
Do not tell me I look "prettier when I smile"
I will only grimace more
as I know I am beautiful with a smile
but just as beautiful as before.
You see, I do not walk in a happy delusion
too many thoughts rush through my mind
too much potential for growth
I do not smile as I must grind.
So do not tell me to "smile"
I look just as strong without
do not be offended to learn
I am the one who gives me something to smile about.
Home.
She smiled when it happened
a sense of comfort from familiar pain,
the hole in her chest others would pity
for her is home and she blames tears on the rain.
Yet she herself walked unsure
wiping away droplets which fought on her cheek
you will never know if they are salty from tears or sea air
you will never know if she is weak.
Although unsure, she is not unsteady
as her feet pound the sinking ground
she is used to not feeling in control
she does not feel apart of what is around.
You can watch as she rushes home
the emptiness of privacy will bring relief
but by 'home' I mean she will crawl inside herself
into the aching hole burnt by grief.
And in this hole she may stay
for this familiar pain does comfort her
as to her this hole feels like home
and in its pit of darkness, the outside will blur.
Floating.
Although I see clearly, everything is grey
although I do not understand their words
their voices chirp at me like little birds
only the flashing lights lead the way.
For I do not feel my legs move
nor do I remember getting home
I scare myself with how empty I roam
it is as though from myself, myself does remove.
Your Chains.
For you normal has been denied
yet for me, comfort has been sought
longing for your life has filled up my world
but these constraints I never gave a second thought.
For you these chains have been forced
mine are grey with age
what I call my life
you now call a cage.
Fighting for your life back
I can not seem to relate
as being stripped from me
from us, this has lifted a weight.
Temporarily forced into my normal you squirm
you never noticed how I was so still
come together to free yourself
but I have been trapped in this life from a different ill.
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