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Dakota Leighton Poem
Speaking out
Do you ever want to scream and be loud?
Do you just want someone to reach out?
So, you try and try, but all you can make is a pipsqueak sound
Cause your gone, gone far away
No one could hear, there is absolutely no way
Yet you try and try, just to be heard, only for those tiny sounds to be sounded absurd
You yell and yell, and fight and fight
All that happens is your voice is numb by the time come night
“Save me, save me, someone, oh please!”
But through your voice comes no sound
Cause you aren’t really yelling through your mouth
It's all in the inside, you're not speaking out
For all you need to say, what would people think?
What would they say if they knew truly that you are not okay
Would they laugh or cry or try to reach out?
Would they plainly ignore the fact that you need help?
Cause you can’t speak out, you keep it bottled in
This shouldn’t happen to you, you're really just a little kid
But the truth is your growing and talking is more crucial
I think you need an instruction manual labeled, “How to talk to people”
Cause you can’t speak instead you bury it deep
Maybe someday you will finally feel cheerful
But for now, you’ll have to pretend it’s not there
While the demons inside you tell you not to share
And they convince and tell you that it’s okay, cause life just isn't fair
Copyright © Dakota Leighton | Year Posted 2025
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Dakota Leighton Poem
I am from low cars
From classic old cars and car shows
To race cars and race events
From street racing and on the track
To sunset and sunrise joyrides
From cheers, victories, and even trophies
To boos and losses
But everyday is great when you’re from low cars
I am from lifted trucks
From Chevys and diesels
To offroad Jeeps and lifted Blazers
From black smoke and burnouts
To speeding tickets and even citations
From big, wide, tires and mud flaps
To the beautiful sound of the roaring engine
But everyday is great when you’re from lifted trucks
I am from a shop
From once clean clothes to work clothes
To a dirty cement floor
From mud everywhere and oil spills covering the ground
To working hard and getting your hands dirty
From cars and trucks that enter broken
To repairing and restoring, where they leave fixed
But everyday is great when you’re from a shop
No matter where I am, I am always
from low cars, lifted trucks, and a shop
Copyright © Dakota Leighton | Year Posted 2025
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