The Cry

My eyeliner might have invited you, 
Or the curves I don't care about. 
Maybe the tailor stitched the clothes too tight, 
Perhaps the mistake is all mine. 

My long hair is quite seducing, I fear;
With my almond eyes, I see too clear.
And with every breath I take, I ask;
I am making someone to me attract. 

Of course its my fault. Who am I kidding ?
Of course the blame I bear, I know I shouldn't be living. 
Maybe it was better to be dead in my birth bed. 
Maybe it was better to never have taken my first step.

Now, complaints and pains are all I have, 
To share and to make you understand. 
How much more can I not scream my voice, 
Or wrap my hand around my mouth to hide my cry.

You'll see me weighted, hiding in plain sight, 
My body isn't your game, nor should be my life. 
My sisters lie dead beneath, in the soil I deserve not to live in, 
Our souls killed with each life, with every news, a part of us dies within.

Maybe the problem is us, 
After all, we are sharing the air you breath in. 
Of course, the problem is us, 
Now shall we beg you for our lives and of our kins?

Grey at Birth

I have a child in me, never quite born,

Died at birth, in a stillborn's mournful yawn.

The baby was born a woman, so serene,

With her head too big, her toes too sleek and sheen.

Her hair had greyed and her lips had crumbled. 

A dead soul born, her beauty a struggle.

Her soul wasn't breathing, but her heart sang a song,

Of lullabies and dreams, where she didn't belong.

She seemed fine, but just not right,

Cheeks grey, clothes dark, eyes empty in the night.

Her smile cracked a little, lips not quite pink,

She felt like a stone, and still lives like one within.

The Whisperer's Soliloquy

Hush, Oh! dear demon,
Sleep in tonight. 
You won't find a friend out just yet, 
Nobody to understand.

Quiet, Oh! little devil, 
Less screams to be heard.
Your beauty might scare them, 
You are yet to be loved.

Sleep, Oh! dear trouble, 
It's too lonely out here.
I wish you dream of a world, 
Where we could exist without fear.

Hide, Oh! little anger,
You have no one who'll understand.
Your scars would scare them, 
And no one would ask you why.

Hush, Oh! dear demon,
Find solace in your solitute.
Its better alone unheard,
Than to be misunderstood.

Forgive, Oh! dear devil's,
I cant speak your name. 
For saying your word might be an invite,
For all the trouble they won't claim.

 
Hush! All of you now,
You may start a silence war.
Of love, inclusion and compassion, 

Tears might finally meet joy.

Apologies! dear neglects,
For having celebrated you not just yet.
I know I tend to you in hiding, 
I feed your souls in the bed.

 
Silence! dear,
Stay put some more.
I can't tend to you just yet,
I can only pretend to be a foe.

Quiet! you little troublemakers,
Stay in the shadows a bit longer.
You will be welcomed with blood and blades,
Never with the care of a lover.

Wait! my dear ones,
One day I shall rejoice you all.
And walk hand in hand with anger,
And trouble and tears and joy.

The Write Way

I write when things are unsettled in my mind.

I write when things I say aren't right.
I write when I'm human and feel too lost.
I write when there is someone but still can't talk. 

I write when I aint understood and accepted as I am.
Silly stupid serious, it's all packed in one tight box.
I write cause the paper isn't too quick to judge. 
I write to surrender to the inner touch.

I write cause here there is no competition to win.
I write cause no ego clashes with kin. 
I write so that my tears get hugged as I say
"Whatever I try, it’s ok to fail". 

I write cause I breathe these words I can’t say 
I write when it’s bright or a gloomy day
I write cause I can’t live without 
These words that make sense, that reason around.

I write when I’m broken, piece by piece I’ll patch 
Each memory, each remark, going batch by batch 
I write cause it resonates things I’d like to hear 
I write to be less lonely, in my mind and in my fears.