So you cut me
and I screamed.
You blamed me
for the bleeding.
You judged me
for the screaming.
Call me crazy.
Your hands are bloody.
Call me crazy.
That's what happens.
We bleed.
When you cut a person
they scream.
Do you not?
I am not a thing;
a flower for cutting
kept for enjoying
until it is wilting.
I am no one's for cutting
nor for having and
trashing or
using
and
wasting
and
replacing.
I am a
human
being.
I have
feelings.
No matter how
beautiful
or crazy
I may be,
I am
not
a
thing.
--
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,
and no one knows what intelligent life is."
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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