We all fight a silent war
Our hearts and minds feel the ache
Yet we hide behind walls
Try not to break
They say It's not that bad
we have control
Though they don't know
How it hurts my soul
This wasn't our choice
But it's there
A deep angry voice
Whisperings secrets in our ears
Making us anxious
Displaying our fears
Though it may be better now
We need to dampen the stigma
We have to figure out how
Let’s break these walls
Let us breath
Let it all out
Let us grieve
If you see someone down
Lend a hand
We could fight it
If together we stand
Our illness is not a weakness
We must listen to our hearts
Open up
That's where the healing starts
The faceless name of stigma
with more eyes than not
go side steps and looks
there, media begot
Whose singing and slur
with stick and with stone
the backhanded harm
confiding to home
With strength that’s locked up
minds reeling to shout
the jangling of keys
to let that strength out
It’s a tentative stride
walking into the frame
those keys are our tools
to win back our name
They teach us from a young age that everyone sees the grass as green,
but what about the blind and those unable to distinguish colour.
So please understand,
that the world looks different to different people,
and that's ok.
For colour and shape,
height and weight,
we are all the same,
we are all equal.
You're too young to cry,
They say,
Too young to bare the weight of you're burdens.
Yet your family beat you down,
stripped you of your confidence,
turned your smile into a frown.
You're too old to cry,
They say,
too long ago did the trauma occur,
just move on,
forget.
Little do they know the lingering aftershock,
And how my confidence is still nowhere to be found.
When you think of the word depression,
what's the first thought that comes to mind?
Is it someone stuck in bed,
wiping their tears,
wishing they were dead?
Is it someone smiling
and cracking jokes?
For the seemingly happiest person,
can also be the loneliest.
Because depression doesn't have a look
and can affect anyone of any age,
of any gender.
like a selfie
that wasn’t taken
I’m the guy in the street
I know
you’re captioning me
from your side of the road
and the shops
with their massive eyes
are making me too viral
here's to the elephant
in the room
looks like he needs it
Sometimes I'm sweet sometimes I’m sour
I am of seed and purple flower power
I can be crazy while same time sane
Tis God who gave me eccentric brain
I don’t do horror too sensitive
Because tomorrow I’d rather live
Watching good things having good dreams
Instead of the flashbacks haunting me
Flashbacks of trauma from the past
Of pain and drama of a molesting dad
I am not bitter and I love him so
Dead now forgive him as I long ago
I’m a blackberry short and sweet
I chose to be merry I am unique
Like vitamin I carry love so deep
Like magical fairy I’m stigma free.
my long grey trunk
and thick greying skin
is finally
wearing thin
nobody talks to me
and so what
if I whispered
from the rooftops
despite being repeatedly
murdered
I can clear a room
in seconds
I earned the points,
all the stares
and I'm damn sure
I'll use them
it's tricky
in a ceramic world
oh, and you're standing
on my cape
(Inspired by Suga)
The song of the piano,
Take me away,
Set me free from the silence,
Take me with your notes,
Away from the stigma which burns at thought,
I remember you with every sound,
Your song is my amnesia,
Sing with me through every string,
Every melody,
Till I can't remember anymore,
'O' piano,lonely piano,
Your song is my first love,
My first love I wish not to forget,
I'll be with you till the end of your song,
Fill my senses,my lonely senses,
With this song,
This song that you play,
May my tears fall,
With every tone you make,
Be my interlude and companion,
Take me with you through this silence,
With your melody and soft depression,
My love 'O' song of the piano,
May our love,our first love be evermore.
If I’m proud of my country does it make me racist?
Better than all those in separate places,
a stigma attached in nationality cases
a taboo pride for thoughtless wasters.
But I can be proud of my team or my family,
sing songs out loud whilst beaming proudly,
I can be proud of my city or school,
why is national pride the mark of a fool
If I reflect on the person I am,
I’m not reflecting on an other man,
it’s not a comparison of somebody else,
my thought are of me, they include no one else
I say I’m proud to be British and you take offence,
because you think it means I hate the French
but at no point in time was I thinking of France
you assume I was because that is your stance.
It’s stupid to assume that pride is a bigot, it’s a learned assumption of intellectual limit,
I’m not proud of it all because some of it’s shameful,
so don’t be a fool and see pride as hateful. lol
My struggles are real,
There as real as they get.
Like a bad nightmare replaying in my head.
This is not a video game you can play,
You can't win money on a lottery play.
Or earn trophy's when life gets in the way.
You can't even earn piece of mind,
Because a piece of mind doesn't exist.
I don't walk around with a chip on my shoulder,
I don't even walk around with a fake smile.
That would be too much effort.
But when someone asks me if I am Okay,
I lie and say I am.
But I'm not Okay.
To others I seem fine,
I look fine on the outside,
But in the inside,
It's something totally different.
I'm not Okay,
This stigma,
I wish would wash away.
I wish I could flush these feelings away.
I'd ask for a redo,
Start my life over again
But this time I'd be normal,
Without this harsh stigma that i have to live with.
Stigma;
Kisses from Hell,
slurring devoted fiend;
Your demons linger on my lips,
scald me.
When suited with loneliness, sorrow is seductive.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Pondering the twilight steam, so the lake whirls me to debate.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
There are harmony and congruity here, just as kinship.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
One thing I lack haunts a bustling life with true liberality.
In this world, even a hunter and prey may gain alliance.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
I wish to be vital for that globe, producing hot guidance.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
In this world, even a hunter and prey might gain alliance.
As I unwind in peace, I realize life follows a vital word.
To reduce interruption caused by uncommon conflictive.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Written: January 3, 2022
I met a woman fleeing from the triad.
Crossing on a ferry, far from her home
She told me of the life she once had.
In Bosphorus, struggling to hold on.
Her hair was wrapped in a headscarf.
Dreamed about the changes coming.
with a shy smile and freckles spark
the stigma the held began revealing.
That bravest of desire to gain freedom.
Where family dignity does not agree.
That would see her being disowned.
Left to live by myself as a divorcee.
Urbanize, families struggling to manage.
Change is coming by liberal ideas.
within the institution of marriage.
Even in the vast conservative places.
Have Petty old status blowing in the wind.
Freedom has a sense of empowerment.
Familiar friends are left behind.
By subversive acts crossing the continent.
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