I coughed into a handkerchief
As I escaped the deadly poor
Such a waste of resources
But it covers up the gore.
Tag Archives: Social-Justice
Please don’t sue me
I have read a lot about domestic violence. In some cases I find myself blaming the victim and in others I can sympathize with them. I believe it is only human to lean one way or the other with hearing of such terrible things. Yet there is one thing that pisses me off. The idea that men can not be victims of abuse. Or if they are it is only those in same-sex relationships. This is because time and time again people respond to cases with a male victim that he is just weak. Men should be able to stand up to women. Cases where men do not mean that they are weak and deserve it. So what if they got raped, they should enjoy the free sex.
Right?
It is bothersome really…no that is not the correct word. I feel a much stronger emotion when faced with the people who believe in those things. Yes, male victims are statistically lower but they are still important. Men should be allowed to come forward without being ridiculed and hated…or envied. What is wrong with people that they envy such an encounter???
I have read a lot about domestic violence. I am human in the way I judge the situation. But no matter the reason I believe that everyone has the right to justice. Everyone has a right to be heard. Everyone has a right to seek freedom without…judgement.
Thanks for coming.
Side note: Stop shitting on LGBT couples people. Seriously I have read a crappy ton of books lately and why is it that every book I have read someone is leaving an abusive relationship. Find another reason to make people break up LGBT authors. Seriously. Can’t we have them break up over something mundane like not being in love anymore. Or just like idk maybe one of them had to move away for a job. Or hell kill one of them. In the last 30 books I have read with a romantic theme pretty much 70% of them had something to do with someone leaving an abusive relationship. Granted I am reading a series where everyone and they momma got a sob story but come on!! I read a lot about domestic violence, from real life stories to fictional ones. Sob stories are kind of my thing if you haven’t been able to tell.
A church of Echos
Why is no one listening to me
Screams the child in the church pew
Grandfathers hand down their top
And grandmothers over their mouth
Mom and dad standing at the opposite ends
Trying not to listen to the shouts
But that is not what gave the room pause
Over there sits a little boy with a gun in his lap
And rewards on his jacket
Drawing up a dagger and slicing into a peer
Color coded lettering screaming
Why is no one listening
But move the camera preacher man
Over there you’ll see
A girl squating over pill bottles chocking them down with ease
Shitting out insta likes
As the wolves paw at her feet
The shacking of the pills bottles gives a signal
As hands reach to spread her knees
Why is no one listening to me
Down the asle lies a bible
Covered in well wishes and kisses
Thumbs up with well intentions
It holds the congregations attention
As the preacher man walks by
with gleam in his eye
Giving twisted smile to the lost boys
And waving at the confused girls
Praising the mothers and fathers
Only to step past the blooded child
The Slaver Ring
See your brown skin amuses me
Brings tears into my eyes
It is cute how you struggle
It is cute how you try
Think the dirt can wash off
Think there is purity in your blood
To bad you will never came away from it
You will never be one of us
There is savage in your bloodline
A disease that can’t be cured
One of those disgusting creatures
That likes to pretend they are misunderstood
See your brown skin amuses me
Brings a smile to my face
It is cute how you think you are human
It is cute how you think you are safe
We will never allow you to wonder
Never allow you to be free
Your just another worthless mongrel
That just so happens to entertain me
A/N I hate the way this ends. I feel like there is more to say but for right now I will leave it be.
Deep down doubt
If God is perfect then why did he make me?
Why am I bleeding
Pretending I’m not here
Holding inside
A life unwanted
Grasping at straws
Finding a way to fade
If God is so perfect then why am I here?
There is a creature inside me
He helped me put it there
Held me down as I pretended not to care.
Tried to fight, tried so hard
Now just grasping straws
Trying to understand
God is truly perfect
Can you help me understand
Why I can’t take justice into my own hands?
There is a monster inside me
Trying to break free
I did not let it grow but the others made it so
There is a thing inside
Fighting to be free
If God is so perfect
Why did he make it so I can bleed?
NIGHTMARE FANTASY 