Suffocating under a blanket of ash and ice.
The embers of heart break and lies
burning cold on my bones,
marrow cracking, crumbling, it's killing me,
my silence is.
Skin turning unnatural shades, circles under my eyes,
blackened skin revealing my bruising heart.
Left, by you, and so many more, on the asphalt road.
A greater silence still,
where my love lies ill,
neglected, rejected, it's enough to give me the heart to kill.
They talk about rainbows, saying it stands for hope,
and rise early to see the sun rise with them over the horizon for a new beginning.
They say this helps give their life meaning.
But where is the meaning in living for everyone but yourself?
Selflessness is a virtue, but not to the point to where it can practically kill you,
when your silence is holding a knife to your throat,
spilling droplets of blood,
black ink trailing down your neck and pooling into words,
announcing to the world what you couldn't.
Here it is on my back, disguised.
The flag, the colors, they say stand for "our kind."
My lashing tongue cannot break this glass, it seems.
Sometimes there is a burning desire inside my chest,
inflating until it erupts, I can't hold in the fact that sometimes I want to wrap myself up,
paint on clothes and make-up, with smiles and stilts,
back straight, allow people to determine my own fate.
But my unwavering will keeps my feet still.
Someone once said my will was something to kill,
that boldness was to be put down, my voice shut out, silenced, forgotten.
Anymore, I just want to spread truth,
wake people up from the fantasy of world peace
and realize
There will only ever be peace
When men learn to accept that not every eye sees the same color,
not every language is evil,
not every love is equal.
Let people know that there is always going to be another bully,
but your will is what keeps them from winning.
You need to find the courage to speak out,
even when all odds are against you,
to not back down,
even when you have no ground to stand on
and your friends have long since left your crumbling side.
Strength is a virtue not many people like,
and they will do their best to tear you down,
but they win by your silence, your submissiveness,
not your defiance.