I woke up this morning in
an America I did not recognize
So many years of just drifting,
certain of her elasticity
her ability to shake off
the parasites and naysayers
Now I see a buffoon where
lesser buffoons have capered
Why do I imagine that under
that bleached wave, are the
numbers 666?
Wake up all you who have
slept beside me, drifting
in the false safety that is not
We must dust off our shoes
and march again, doggedly
and without reservation.
We must demand justice and change...
peacefully and forcefully.
For this nation is one person
who stands up and says - "Enough!"
My wheelchair and your legs
must gather others and refuse
to be silent - evermore.

I was supposed to be happy
I left him because it was
Right
It was
Socially acceptable
But I was pulled so hard away from
You
I didn’t want to let go, and I don’t know why I’m crying
It’s over a year since you cared
I think you did
Or maybe you just wanted her,and I know she wanted you
But why does it still have to
hurt
when he moves on with her
I know I use her as a mirror
Because I don’t know how to judge anyone but the reflection
I want to smash it but
I can’t
I need it
I need to know why
And I want it to stop because it
Hurts, so bad
The first relationship shouldn’t feel like this
He was too long ago, too shallow, too blind to see you for you
So why does it
hurt
My face is still wet
And this isn’t helping

Do you see us when we cry?
When we try to hide our faces in the sand?
have you ever thought it through,
That these people might be hurt too

Do we seem like we do not have pain receptors in us?
Nay, we are born out of bone and blood
We also feel the same pain you do
Only that the would sees us as weak and your strong when we show it

Do we seem like goats
We do not need to be told
“You are a man, be one”
Will you tell these words to my boy when I am gone?

Of course, I am a boy!
Is that a curse?
Can I not feel hurt as well?
Or will you only notice my tears when I drown in the well

Please look into my eyes and tell me
It’s okay to be a hurt boy.

From a friend that cares,
©Emmiasky Ojex

Her hands were all too there,
And I felt their every move
I’m not comfortable.
I’m not comfortable.
We’re supposed to just be friends.

Is this claustrophobia
Or some secluded depression
I don’t like it.
I don’t like it.
How will the story end?

Maybe I’m just paranoid—
Repeating everything for conviction
You aren’t like this.
You aren’t like this.
I just need to get through the night.

Nowadays
my heart grows
a little heavier
everytime
I see you post
on social media.

It's weird
When something
Comes in
And makes you
Forget
About all the past things
That you used to love
And never thought
You could get back.

I used to look
now I see

I used to crush
now I love

I used to hug
now I embrace

I used to rage
now I engage

I used to jump to conclude
now I skate to it
taking my
time

I used to fall in
now I rise to
taking you
with me

I used to blush
and
I still
do