The world is crying.
Families are mourning
in rooms that still smell like yesterday.
ICE is shooting
without question,
without pause,
without having to carry the weight after.
Names turn into headlines.
Headlines turn into noise.
But grief stays heavy
in the body.
Mothers wait for doors
that will never open.
Children learn new kinds of silence.
We keep being told
this is normal.
This is procedure.
This is policy.
But blood does not feel procedural.
Death does not feel legal.
Loss does not care about uniforms.
The world is crying
because it remembers.
Because it sees itself
in every family left behind.
And we are tired
of crying alone.
Are my words too powerful,
the torture of truth
I’m not the only girl
You have so much to lose.
We all know your secret
you can say it’s just a lie
Ive gained weight from trauma
When I tried to take my life
When I swallowed the pills
And the ambulance came
I replayed back to the memory
Of when I called your name
Not to moan, but to stop, but you still carried on
I survived the event
I didn’t want to go on
But I did and I wished I had said
As I kept it inside,
with you to resent
The scars on my body,
remain of the dread
The deed that you thought,
you thought was consent.
By Rosie Hill
It's like fire, then ice.
It's hateful, then nice.
It's blissful, then it turns cruel.
It's smart, then I'm the fool.
Crazy, madness.
Meaningless sadness.
Keeping the faith, and staying strong.
It's my own, personal sad song.
Life together...
Will it make forever?
Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
Should I have listened to my father?
Can't quit and give in.
Often think of leaving him.
I still love and cherish,
But it's starting to fade...perish.
Why? I don't know! You tell me.
Walk in my shoes and you shall see.
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