Still, I yarn

of all the tears I have shred

I am left feeling dead

and the words are repeated

for my wounds have been left untreated

As I sit upon here

with muffled cries so that they cant hear

my back is turned

A show I have performed

Let me tell you my story

of a little accusatory

with my blood painfully circulating

and my thoughts suffocating

I am hoe to the people that birthed me

I yarn to be free

with his hands around my throat

I cry over the things I have wrote

I am a slut to the people that reared me

I yarn to be free

And her hands leave a mark on my already dark heart

for my soul has been torn apart

I am a nuisance to the people who raised me

I yarn to be free

And he raids my room for an imagined crime

I will be gone in no time

And I sit here on the 10/06/2021 to tell you that

I shall no longer be your doormat

I will grow up to be successful

for my childhood has been distressful

The keyboard is blurred

to be unborn would have had been preferred

I turn to Allah as he is the only one who hears my silenced cries

my emotions will drown and drain me still I shall rise.

Turn a blind eye

because I intend to fly high.🕊