Demise of She/We

Why do I have to quiet my soul’s embrace of…
giggles
plush
rushing into busy streets
just to hear the city speak
about
rights?

Why do I have to neglect my pain
when mother nature’s visits
of 30 days
cripple
stab
cringe
my thoughts
insane?

Why do I have to write about
love
happiness
Him
heartbreak
Break me dow
Build me up
Saved?

Why do I have to be what you think I ought to be
because your thoughts of me
are
creating
making
the evitability
to
Breathe?
Ha!

Refusing to be abused by your standards
unbelievably
inconceivable
to achieve,
not even in your
own
dreams.
Sawing away your last root in my heart
for I ought not live in your version of dark-
ness any longer.

Why can’t I, we
be
who we chose to be
freely?
Or
was my choice something that was dually noted
quoted
at a price
which you indebted embedded into my skin
as if my life were to only begin
at your
word.
Unheard,
we are.
For you make the world go round
placing the crown on your head which holds secrets to unlock the undead versions of a world in which you speak
Sneaking
Creeping
Peeking into me…
Searching for the essence of my being only to take
Listening to it screaming,
“Why can’t I just BE?”
Only to force silence, you reply,
“I was never meant to be.”

…a society of old grown cold
molding from lack of imagination.

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