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Lela Mei Poem
To the ones that fell, to the ones that stood,
to the ones that loved and the ones that could.
To the ones who couldn't get away, and the ones who escaped,
to the women that fought and the ones who were brave.
To the dancer and the dreamer, to the beater and the abuser,
to the viewer and the hater– 'You ing loser'.
To the ones who stopped and the ones who covered, let these words be free,
not bound by any sea. Let them be uncovered.
To the ones who fight, to the ones who lose.
To the ones who fought, and the ones who lost.
To the ones I loved and you loved most...
Copyright © Lela Mei | Year Posted 2026
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Lela Mei Poem
I feel the harshness of this language,
This bare syllables that bear the weight of fragmented mountains
These naked words that make you feel naked and worthless yourself
These insignificant letters put together strategically to make harm, to hurt rather than love.
I feel the harshness of this language, and I do to my very skin, and the one of the girl in front of me
To be careless -said the brave, but unfortunately throwing words is easier than understanding pain.
Copyright © Lela Mei | Year Posted 2026
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Lela Mei Poem
You make my head sway, my eyes not blink looking amongst the sea of people you walk in- As I pretend to go for a drink.
But we are distant. Seasons have passed, flowers bloomed and died so fast and I’m happy when I’m away from you. But the season of unknown makes me physically sick to the only and bare sight of you.
You choose to be this way. Then why don’t I get to choose to be careless of you looking away? To stop the sway. Let it all go. Why do you still control how I feel?, even when you don’t know. The way I feel- For something so long gone that maybe it was never even real.
You managed to crush my healed heart with just silence. And I wonder how much longer I’ll live with its violence. The guilt of hurting you is hurting me too, for not seeing all the things you did and what you indirectly put me through. Left me in torment and despair, to drown, not swim, not sway, to perish away.
All I wanted was for us to remain friends, I’ve been vulnerable and honest- and I think ,so far, it was my biggest regret -for never have I felt more humiliated in an August sunset.
Copyright © Lela Mei | Year Posted 2026
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