Social Justice Poems

[So these are the poems I wrote today after being absolutely disillusioned with the entire human race, everywhere I look people are doing something awful or attacking something that matters to me, gender, sexuality, abuse, christianity, relationship, there was just no escape today. These are probably hard to read and are more on here for self reference than anything and I want to write more about social justice. So here goes]

JUGGLING FIRE

An empty carriage bring frivolity
After an evening of tiring of humanity
And song and dance with a beautiful girl
Watch as the clubs fall and the fire twirl

I wonder why we keep going back
To hear the sound of the scornful whip crack
To hope above hope that people might change
Only to be disappointed again and again.

I will fight for my sisters, I will fight for my kind
I will not let you distort this with your bigoted mind
I care not for the ego of cruel ignorant men
I will cut you down where you stand, with word and with pen


How dare you take what little I own?
And when I fight for it back you whine and you moan
Like a wailing child, flailing in mud
What you were given at birth, I have fought for in blood


[So this is what I posted on tumblr for all of 2 seconds before realising that as mad and hurt as I am, this will only hurt others and/or encourage them to give some opinion which in all likely-hood won't be interpreted well in my current frame of mind, which is why it's now on here]

disclaimer: TW: SEXUAL ABUSE. This is directed at no-one on tumblr. This is an expression of outrage,anger and hurt at the social climate in which I live. It is a compilation of snippets I have written dealing with a lot of shit from a lot of different corners. If this may offend you, or you are looking for exceptional poetry, please scroll on by.

TODAY

Today has defeated me.

I fought my demons all night

And thought they could be vanquished in the sun

But I was wrong.

I have sat silently smoking,

Whilst loud men tell me what it is to be sexually abused

I breathe in and wonder how they would dismiss

The words I have lived, have screamed and have run from.

Would they ask me what I was wearing

Or tell me it couldn’t be true, because he held the title of ‘boyfriend’

Tell me again how eighteen years

Eighteen fucking years of having your hetronormativity shoved down my throat like his cock

Somehow makes me less valid to you.

And lord knows, you need me to need your validation.

Do you know what I don’t need?

Your opinion, your seedy glance, your carefully worded retort.

I’m sick of everyone ignoring the battle

So they can have time to examine each wound.

I know it’s easier to heal a paper cut than a bullet wound

But you can only die from one of them and the guns are firing.

Get out of my cathedral

It has been torn down enough by this world and by me, I didn’t ask you to be here.

Leave my lovers alone. I have fought for them

And just because you cannot comprehend, how dare you label it as ‘friends’

I may not have fought this battle as long

But I have fought it twice as hard, and the wounds are fresh.

You are not helping,

You are not educating me

You are not superior to me

You are salt in my wounds


Be proud.

You have defeated me