Intangible Objects

Intangible Objects First you say I am more To go through life with the mind set that I am an equal And if anyone says otherwise This is an act of bullying But I have grown, now able to speak my mind And i am told I cannot Why? You say I am less You say you are up here And that I am down here, where ever that is When you say these things I work so hard to hold back the tears of pain, of anger But, I cannot Perhaps I am weak Or perhaps I am simply human But i know i cry due to exasperation But you think otherwise, don’t you? You say I cry because I am a child, immature Children cry, Adults don’t, right? You claim I am down here, where ever that is Meaning my words are not as meaningful, as worthy as yours But who are you to say this? Who are you to say I am less And even though you don’t say it, you mean it You think it After hearing your words, I flee Where else other than my room My safeplace Wanting to cry a river of tears Wanting to throw my feelings away Because all they do is cause hurt But I cannot I cannot throw feelings away As though they are tangible As though I can touch them And because all these things are true They can still touch me… Not like a falling feather, swift, gentle, and smooth They touch me, stab me, like a knife Like knives, Like an army of swords… And not all at once A constant stab Each more painful Each longer Because although feelings are not tangible The pain is equal to that of an army of swords Meaning it is strong Meaning it is dangerous And not to be messed with Or manipulated And not to be portrayed through words Such as “you are less” Or unworthy Because you are not up here And I am not down here, where ever that is We are here Living equal With intangible objects in our grasp Able to cause the same pain of an army of swords