Violence, you see, she cries herself to sleep.
Sleepless nights, she’s afraid of closing her eyes.
She’s not scared of the darkness but she’s afraid of the scenery,
Scenery playing at the back of her eyelids for she sees your palm come across her cheek.
The rapes, harassment, and molestation, think about those who don’t go through confession, Too scared to bring the people’s attention, people hesitate, they always question.
Silence can demolish a person, and you’d have to figure out how to get through,
Survival is what we always aim for but I’m telling you, silence is a killer too.
Depression and suicide, his words are far too weak to make the voices stop.
It’s terrifying how people, his own society, can take away his last cloud of breath, The last cloud of breath in his lungs, when he worked so hard,
So hard to get even the slightest pint of breath, of purpose.
America, we live in a dark world, with lost souls walking around,
Heavy hearts resting on our palms and frowns difficult to turn upside down.
A world where we doubt whether one is living in hallucination or reality.
We try to stay strong through it all, but in the end, it’s okay to admit that we’re f****d.