Teenage

i am the captain of my team
life is amazing
i score loads of goals
my pants are blazing

my mother Kim is so kind
makes me lose my mind
Kade is a good ref
it’s a shame Norma’s deaf

Hurting peoples feelings to make themselves feel better
Making them feel
Even when they’re trying their hardest
What is it every time I say or do something bad
It’s my fault
Giving the wrong person support
Why is it when I give up everything to help some one
I get told I’m the dumb one
Why is it when I shed a tear they just stare
walking over me like they don’t care
I give my heart out again and again
But yet I get told to shut up because my soul trusts them
So why do we have to be so mean
making the person feel unseen each night
whether its wrong or right
as we pray at night
hoping god will see the sight
giving the ones who are hurt a little more love…
He’s my last hope

Looking at you is not my habit.
It’s my weakness.
Whenever our eyes meet,
I think I’m lost somewhere.
My intentions are unclear,
‘Cause I’m scared of false hopes.
My hopes are growing bigger, day by day.
Harder to hold back.
The feeling is uneasy,
Almost suffocating.
Yet somehow,
You’re the only one
Who can make me feel at ease.

There is no way
Hell could be worse
Then what I am going through now
My grandpa thought
He was helping but
He just said I’m going to Hell
I wish I could yell
That I’m already there
But that wouldn’t help at all
He doesn’t know
I am Pan and
An Enby
He said trying
To be what you’re not
Is a mental problem
And he said
If you like the same gender
That’s a sin
You’re going to Hell
I went back to my room
And I just cried
I cried so hard
Just let it out
‘Cuz I’m going to Hell
Feels like I’m already there

Christmas comes with joy and cheer,
Smiling faces everywhere.
Lights shine bright on every tree,
Sharing love with family.
Gifts and sweets and songs we sing,
Happiness is what they bring.
We share kindness, peace and care,
Christmas love is in the air.
Snowflakes falling from the sky,
Stars are twinkling way up high.
Hot cocoa and a cozy fire,
Sharing dreams that we inspire.
Santa comes with a heavy bag,
On a sleigh that doesn’t drag.
With a ‘Ho Ho Ho’ and a merry heart,
Christmas magic is about to start!

Told to quieten down or be sweet soft spoken
Too many times watched them step back down
Boys will be boys is taken as a token
But we are all queens with invisible crowns

We are all fighting the same battle
Chewed up and spit out with disgust on their face
Rounded up and herded like worthless cattle
We will yell, we will not be effaced

Can’t see through the dark what’s wrong and what’s right
But there a tiny holes in the cage they built
A sliver just a sliver of faraway light
The roles of the world starting to tilt

No we will not stand back
We will not be silenced
The force they made to hold starts to crack
Taking back the narrative bold and defiant

And as finally see we start to rise
Taking back what should be ours
Our bodies, our words all of their lies
Doing what we can to make all girls feel empowered

So take this message share it wide
Protect other girls to show that you care
Don’t feel alone there is no need to hide
And maybe just maybe we can take back the narrative

Each dawn, a woman’s spirit takes its stand,
A quiet war for freedoms yet unseen,
For dignity, for justice close at hand,
A future where all daughters can convene.
No single soul can taste the air of free,
While chains still bind another sister’s might,
A tapestry of shared humanity,
Unravels if one thread is lost to night.
From womb’s dominion, choice must be her own,
No stranger’s hand to judge what she must bear,
Nor shame’s cold shadow on her body thrown,
Nor whispers born of malice and despair.
The monthly flow, a natural release,
Demands no cost, but grants a woman peace.
So rage against the violation’s sting,
And let her sovereign body bravely sing.

I built a garden and planted a tree.
Not because it asked me to,
But because that was the first obscurity,
I learnt to solace in.

I let its descendants become my seasons,
Its blooms to be my gifts,
Its verdure to be my skies,
And its shade to be the place
I yearned for at the end of the day.

Beyond the garden
Stood a forest.

The tree had boughs touching it.
The birds came and went.
Carrying songs I never bothered to learn.

I didn’t hate the forest.
Because how could I condemn the tree,
To meet its mates?

One day I came up to the tree,
Like always.
I saw her brushing its leaves
With the trees of the copse.

That’s when I comprehended,
The tree had the forest,
I had just the tree.

And perhaps, the trees were never the problem.
Perhaps, it was my lapse
To build walls around my garden.
And calling one shadow,
my entire sky.

So I began,
digging the soil again.
Not to make the tree smaller.
Not to cut it.

But to plant my own forest,
with its own birds and flowers.

Where I once believed,
nothing else could have ripened.

You walked away without a fight,
Yet I stayed awake through every night.

You said I had just lost my way,
Never knowing I held longer each day.

You said you couldn’t do it anymore,
I still waited by the door.

You said you had to walk away,
Like love was just a game you play.

You closed the door like it never mattered,
Seeing you leave my world shattered.

You said, “Our time had came and gone.”
I still waited for “us” alone.

You left me without the last warm embrace.
Yet I searched for you at every place.

You said,” Our spark has lost its glow.”
But wait… how was I supposed to know?

I’ll tell my daughter to love her body
I’ll tell her she must love it.

I’ll tell her to be proud of every bit of herself
From her tiger strips to her soft skin,
Whether there is little of them or a lot,
Whether freckles cover her face or not,
Whether her curves are plentiful or slim,
Whether her hair is thick, curly, long, shiny or dim.

I’ll tell her how she inherited
her ancestors’ soul in her beautiful smile,
that her eyes carry countries
that breathed life into histories,
that she is something with whom god blessed me.
that her weight,
doesn’t determine her destiny.

I’ll her her never to listen when her body is critiqued.
I’ll tell her that every woman is beautiful,
because every woman’s soul is unique,
with a heart so full, soft and graceful.