Depression is not something with a clear cut definition
Whatever it is, all that I know, is it has one clear mission
Day after day, night after night, it is trying to kill me
I try to explain, as I fight through each day, I just need you to see
It is not something I can explain, for that I am sorry
I wish you could help, but every time it’s just the same story
What’s wrong? I don’t know.
What upset you? I don’t know.
Well if you don’t know then what could be wrong?
Anything as I am dragged along this road
That is far too long.
All of these thoughts cut so deep
They are the constant reasons for why I weep
This is not something I can explain
It already makes me go insane
What else do you want me to say?
When it’s not just going to go away.
I’ve been thinking for awhile that this is something I wanted to add onto my blog. So when the inspiration strikes I’ll be adding my own poetry up. Hope you guys like it, love to hear any thoughts and/or critiques.
This post was inspired by The Daily Post Word Prompt Underestimate
The video version of this can be found on Youtube:
Listen to my voice loud and clear
I have a small message for you to hear
I feel very tired, of this one constant thing
On and on again, it is everyone’s focus
And thus, no choice, it must be mine.
This focus, nonstop and loud?
Now let me emphasize that one little word.
My. As in mine, not yours, so why is it your focus.
But the society around me won’t let it go.
They hold onto something that is not theirs
And slowly but surely, everyone believes
It’s not mine either.
Hands I draw henna designs on in boredom.
Legs that push me harder and faster on the ice.
Hair I love playing with and changing.
A face I make lovely smiles with.
None of it is mine.
Does this make sense?
No, not really
They cannot force me into the object of their possession.
I am not something to be played with.
Not something for them to poke and prod at.
Because all I ever hear.
Don’t where that it’s inappropriate.
Those shorts are too short, your legs too big.
You should eat better, you’ll gain weight.
Shut up! Is what I have to say.
Inappropriate? So what, some boob shows, I happen to have boobs
Too short, too big? I feel pretty, that’s all I need.
Weight? Too fucking bad, I like food.
It is time to stop putting me down.
Putting us down.
The girls like me.
Who are told what to do, with their body.
I tell society now;
Do not underestimate us.
We will fight back.
We will throw your comments back in your face
We will not care what you want to say.
We will reclaim our bodies for what they are.
No longer objects, but ours to cherish.
They will be silenced and our voices will rise.
Until everyone knows.
We will not be objects.
Do not put us down.
Because we bite back.
And they will never
Underestimate our power again
Thank you for listening and until next time,
If you don’t know what slam poetry, otherwise known as spoken word poetry, is then please go look it up immediately on Youtube trust me you won’t regret it, also I’ll put a link up here eventually since I plan on doing a talk about Spoken Word.
For this post I’m finding my favourites of spoken word, most recent of course, and talking about them and leaving the links here you guys to go watch. Which you better do. Now that’s enough of me explaining, onward to the post!
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