What I'm trying to say?A Poem by Warlord Kittenonce again, a response.
Gunpowder burns
So someone else could take my place So someone else could deal with your face Fine, I shook the dust of Anson off my feet
I know I'm not welcome I know I'm not missed I know I wouldn't be cheered with open arms
So I moved on I let the season change And I begin anew
I begin to take pictures again I begin to write words into beauty once more I begin to sing with a new voice as I haven't before
I yearn for labor I yearn for schooling I yearn for stability
What do you offer me? Anger at the flick of a finger? Apathy to my tears?
Give me a reason that has reason Give me an objective for an object I no longer need Give me an assignment that keeps the assigned important
Why leave when my needs are being met? When love and understanding is abundant? When tears are met with concern not disregard?
Filling my cup for the first time in a long time Instead of trying to fill yours with the nothing in mine And begging for a drop from yours?
I'm not lonely I'm not upset I'm not straining
In my position would you leave? Would you go somewhere that left you wanting inside? Would you go somewhere that you couldn't sleep at night without crying?
What would you do? © 2009 Warlord Kitten |
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Added on October 9, 2009 Last Updated on October 9, 2009 AuthorWarlord KittenSt louis, MOAbout**** Formerally known as Risa Jean**** Updated 04/2025 Been here since 2007 and alot of my pieces are from my teenage to early adulthood years. Update 11/08/2025 ***I give consent for any stude.. more.. |

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