Submissions by Ghost_of_a_girl
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Sticks and Stones
At the ripe age of ten,
I was told that my mom and dad
Would have to get a special coffin
For me when I die,
Because I was too short,
I told a teacher, and the teacher
Just brushed it off and said
It was innocent teasing.
He didn’t mean it.
At eleven I had my bra straps
Snapped,
And was told by my teacher
That the boy who did it
Was just playing,
And that I was overreacting.
Throughout my life
I have been told to not
To take what is said
In hate
To heart,
That sticks and stones
Are the...
I was told that my mom and dad
Would have to get a special coffin
For me when I die,
Because I was too short,
I told a teacher, and the teacher
Just brushed it off and said
It was innocent teasing.
He didn’t mean it.
At eleven I had my bra straps
Snapped,
And was told by my teacher
That the boy who did it
Was just playing,
And that I was overreacting.
Throughout my life
I have been told to not
To take what is said
In hate
To heart,
That sticks and stones
Are the...
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Depression
I fight and fight the same battles
Against the different demons,
I hold in my head.
I fight and fight, with no backup
No army
No partner,
I am alone
Fighting an enemy
That isn’t really there
I am scared and unprepared.
But I can’t talk about it, not really
Because no one can possibly
Comprehend the darkness in my mind.
not a single person is on my side
They sigh
Saying that I
Have nothing to fight
The demons are my imagination
They aren’t real.
I am making them up
They say
I am...
Against the different demons,
I hold in my head.
I fight and fight, with no backup
No army
No partner,
I am alone
Fighting an enemy
That isn’t really there
I am scared and unprepared.
But I can’t talk about it, not really
Because no one can possibly
Comprehend the darkness in my mind.
not a single person is on my side
They sigh
Saying that I
Have nothing to fight
The demons are my imagination
They aren’t real.
I am making them up
They say
I am...
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Our world
Before we can stand,
We are shot down
We live in a world where being unique
Is synonymous with being weak.
And in this world,
that number you got on that one test,
dictates what you can do for the world.
Where that number on the scale
Needs to stay behind the standard line
Where people of wealth
Automatically have a higher standing
Where your sex organs are constantly being questioned.
A world where love is defined
We live in a world filled with hate
Brimming over,
Wars fought,
Lives lost
All because we...
We are shot down
We live in a world where being unique
Is synonymous with being weak.
And in this world,
that number you got on that one test,
dictates what you can do for the world.
Where that number on the scale
Needs to stay behind the standard line
Where people of wealth
Automatically have a higher standing
Where your sex organs are constantly being questioned.
A world where love is defined
We live in a world filled with hate
Brimming over,
Wars fought,
Lives lost
All because we...
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