Submissions by cloudink

She was drawing a picture of a flower during art class,
making it pink, as it was her favorite color.
The boys in her class teased her often,
They would pick on her for her funny laugh,
or pull on her hair,
But she didn’t mind.
She was making this picture for her mother back at home.
Her mother would hang up all of the little girl’s pictures on the fridge.
So she continued to draw, filled with the excitement of showing her mother the drawing she's working ever so hard on.
That is, until some of the boys came up to her and took her crayons. ...

Dont fret little boy
for your tears might sting a bit
But pain is short-lived

dont fret little boy
For you will grow tall and strong
That is a promise

Dont fret little boy
For you will learn how to fight
And you’ll never Lose

Dont fret little boy
For you will become a man
A woman, your pawn

Don’t fret little boy
For you will dominate all
And won’t take a “no”

Soon the time will come
when your budding flower dies
And your thorns come out.

My mind runs.
I tell it not to, but it seems to be training for a marathon at the moment.
It runs more than a mile a minute.
I could be doing one thing at a time, but its still multitasking.
My mind is constantly playing, like tv static in my head.
The thoughts get cramped up in my tiny skull,
That they move down and throughout my body.
Doing nothing isn’t nothing.
It’s like I’m running the marathon with my mind.
With all of that going on,
Even waking up is tiring.

But I like when it storms outside.
I like to sit in my quiet...

She’s seen for what she wears
for what's beneath the fabric,
Nothing more, nothing less.
She can’t stop what's going to happen next,
But that's her fault.

It’s just a regular day for you and everyone else like you.
Just something to do and forget about later.
You can act impulsively,
But it's her and everyone else like her who has to live in fear about that.
Not you,
Nor the ones who make the rules.
The ones without a care in their minds about this are the ones who are in control of her decisions.
The ones who don’t need to...