Posts Tagged ‘tragedy’

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-scold-

December 14, 2016

Poor people

Should not be made

To feel guilt

For being poor.

They should not feel

It a sin to

Be hungry,

Thirsty,

Tired…

Helpless.

Don’t just complain 

That it happens…

Make a positive change

To prevent it.

-freya

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-observance-

October 19, 2016

No longer baby soft,

Course, fragile as ash-

To my friends,

A never-ending tragedy,

Cursed from the start;

Keep falling through 

Society’s cracks-

To others, a useless waste of

Flesh and Breath-

Everyone, please….
Keep your distance.

I’ll keep it contained-

Don’t touch me; 

Your lives may crumble 

-freya- 

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-skin-

July 12, 2016

Any variety,

Just as you like;

Blinders and

Tunnel vision are

Optional;

You allow the injustices

That preserve your

Cotton candy Starbucks existence;

You shout “all lives matter”

standing idly by,

Catching monsters that aren’t real;

live ones roaming free-

You neglect to see inaction

As permission to act.
Write.

Speak. whisper. Shout.

March.

Protest.

Do what you must to stop

The disconnect.

To stop the Hatred.
-freya- 
**Personal note: Love. How can something so pure and simple be so difficult to carry out?


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-happy mother’s day-

May 8, 2016

Dear Mom
Thanks for giving me life.
Thanks for disappearing,
Time and again.
Thanks for putting your
responsibilities on your children.
Sisters, each forced to mother
The young’uns
When you could not be found.
Thanks for disappearing one day,
and for never coming back.
No, really, thanks.
You envisioned better things
For us, that walking away
Would help-
It didn’t, and then you died.
Once we’d said hello again,
It was time.
Thanks. For leaving eternally.
No, really, I mean it.
Happy fucking mother’s day.

-freya-

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-savior idolatry-

March 13, 2016

I used to idolize
You,
And put you on a
Pedestal-
But you’re not a
Goddess-
You’re only
human;
And you used to be
Incredible.

-freya

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-isolation-

October 10, 2015

we all have known
Tragedy;
but only a select
Few have seen her face;
or been generously
graced with her
presence
She let me call her
by name.
instead I called her
Hell.

-freya