Enchenté, Je M'appelle Aimee et voici mon cœur:
Did You Not See the Writing on the Wall? (An original poem by Aimee R. P.)
Heavy are the eyelids
Filled with longing
Filled with longing
Answers come in waves
Loneliness the daily song
Repetitive the questions
Insensitive replies
Isolated
Where do we come from?
Why are we here?
To watch; Silent, to help the screaming misogyny.
Stepping on each other to win the crown.
When will you see the pain in our eyes has
nothing to do with winning and everything to do with witnessing?
I witness you
You witness me
We are seen.
They drew a harsh line that made your insides boil and your dreams turn to ash.
So you lied, sweeping your story into the shadows.
"This world isn't ready for you yet."
You prayed on your knees for redemption
From the underground prison
You bought into.
Only to find that the savior you bet on ran away with your pride,
and left you to answer for His crimes.
When they mentioned that in the scriptures
Did you not see the writing on the wall?
When they stole the creation power inside your soul,
Calling it theirs under, 'finders keepers.'
Did you crawl under a rock and let them creatively rape you?
No.
You said no by walking away.
You said no by taking baths, breathing, and holding yourself close.
You said no by choosing the path least traveled by.
You said no by loving yourself first.
Proud of you little one.
-A
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