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I Was a Broken Clock
I have never been great at keeping friends. Sometimes I wonder if many people are. Or whether we are just friends with people because of close proximity. For example, they go to school with us, they live near us or they go to work with us. Therefore, we can rely on them to be there for us. At least that's what I've experienced as a female and seen other females' experience. I know I shouldn't generalise but I do see more men traveling in packs more than women. My boyfriend and my dad are both still very close with the friends they had in primary school. Whereas, I have one friend from primary school who I don't see very often at all.
By Victoria-Louise Sweet8 years ago in Poets
Rising Tides
We've been drowning here for a long time. But it took awhile for people to notice. There was no murky waters or unrelenting waves, it was the silent slaughterer named discrimination. Unaging and unchanging, brutal from its creation like a wolf in sheep's skin, cackling as we reach to pet him. Swallowing up my brothers and sisters until our tears became crashing waves of terror. The first wave was poverty, the lowest of the low lost in the search for stability. It was the claws, the fine print dealings and the eviction notices. The bloodied hands that took and became wealthy off of the sweet scent of suffering.
By Kenya Burton8 years ago in Poets
