I wrote these today after exams.

Where are our priorities?


She was mentally disabled and gang raped at seventeen
No one marched
He gauged her eyes out and raped her-he was fifteen
No one marched
Schools are going without textbooks-its almost July
No one marched
People lying
People crying
People dying
No one marched

The painting was created in our presidents light
Two men defaced it and were arrested-a black and a white
We marched

Where are our priorities?
Where are our souls?
What's in our future?
Where are our goals?

I sit here now, I'm free and I'm well
As someone, somewhere is forced to yell
'I love my kids'-and then-he dies
All because of some leaders pride
Our democracy, our freedom, heading down the drain.
But after all, we're the only ones to blame

The one who had to die


You told me not to do it, mom
You told me not to try
So I didn't touch drugs, mom
But I'm the one who had to die

I went to the club, mom
And I drank soda all night
I didn't have one drink that night, mom
But my family's the one that cried

I drove away, mom
As sobre as can be
He was using, mom
And he hit me

I flew through the windscreen, mom
And landed with a crash
I hit the ground hard, mom
Because he wanted to enjoy his birthday bash

They said it was impact to the head, mom
He remained strapped inside
He was the druggie, mom
But I'm the one who died

I loved you, mom
I loved my siblings too
I wasn't always obedient, mom
But this time I listened to you


You told me not to do it, mom
You told me not to try
So I didn't touch drugs, mom
But I'm the one who had to die



Her drawings


She draws the most awful picture
Because she draws it with a painful twist
She'd never show you
But the drawings are on her wrist

She's the girl you forgot
The girl everyone ignored
The one who was never accepted
Nor did she try, she thought she was too flawed

She sits every night, 'drawing'
Her pictures, her reminders on her body
Of how much she hates herself
Of how no-one can see

She met a boy one day
A boy who understood
A boy who had been through it
And loved her like she didn't think anyone would

Her tears were replaced by laughter
Her hatred by love
She had found her inner peace
Her personal 'little white dove'

Some days are still hard
And addiction never goes away and everyday is tough
But the day she met that boy
Was the day she said enough

Her scars tell her story
Of when life wasn't as fun
Of each battle she's fought
And the battles that she's won

She hasn't cut in a year now
Because of this friend
The one that understood her
And made the sorry cycle end