slam poetry – brownkiesha

RICH LIVES MATTER

i am not trying to get deep and spiritual

but how are we not a miracle?

the only evidence of life known in this galaxy

living in our own reality

talk about biology

and the advancement in technology

so tell me. we have everything but there is still a war?

all this money but cannot afford to feed the poor?

constant talk about tv reality

but we need to hear more about police brutality

the news does not talk about what we actually should be hearing

inform us on human trafficking. why are there kids disappearing?

we are not rightly being educated

why are the first and third world countries hugely separated?

this world does not belong to the countries in poverty

it makes me so mad they do not have a share of our life quality

the poor? this world will never be theirs

they have been stripped of their rights. masked behind the millionaires

we are lucky to live in countries where the rich have ran it

because this is a first world country only planet

save me, doctor

everyone always says “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”

but what can i take for my depression to make a disappearance?

and what will it take for my happiness to make a reappearance?

i have tried everything from writing diaries to walking up hills

because still the doctor does not think i am ready for the pills

instead he gives me a list of the risks

ignoring that my mental health exists

but he cannot see that there is a gun currently aimed at my head

one more bad day and i will probably be shot dead

he cannot hear the voices

whispering in my ear to make the bad choices

down on my knees begging “why will you not help me?”

he carries the power to set me free

dear the patriarchy

the business boys are being taught to never take “no” for an answer

their actions kill girls quicker than cancer

the patriarchy are forever in mens favour

concluding that there is no evidence that he ever made her

justify what he did by calling it a mistake

because apparently real men do not rape

the school girls are being taught that if any skin is visible

it gives boys the green light to get physical

so if you report an assault

remember your choice of clothes determines the results of who gets the fault

“she never said no” but did she ever say yes?

did she give you permission to put your hand up her dress?

how can she answer a question she was never asked?

but it is his word against hers because it was in the past

now i know why so many girls do not report

it is because the system lacks fair support

i am so sorry girls that only a minority of men get charged

whilst you have a life sentence of the memory scarred

a genie

i just need a genie to grant me a few wishes

things i cannot buy with endless riches

ask me. “what do you need?”

i need a handful of self esteem

vanish my anxiety

a time machine to transport to a different society

no more counting sheep

i wish for a full night of sleep

a spaceship to take me to venus

a world where no one has a penis

my anger to release

a life of just peace

living without the unnecessary trouble

a glimpse of that light at the end of the tunnel

no more begging. let me demand

now make my wish your command

disney without the happy ending

what if disney princesses had no magical story?

their “happy ending” was not so glory

what if jasmine never met aladdin and was stuck with jafar?

she probably would of spent her nights depressed in a bar

what would be the story if the step mother trapped snow white?

she never would have met seven dwarfs that taught her how to fight

what if the beast never fell in love with beauty?

her life would be of violence and pure cruelty

what if cinderella never met her fairy godmother?

she would still be living a life of domestic suffer

what if repunzel was still in a tower captured?

the lack of sunlight would cause her bones to fracture

what if ariel never made it to land?

forever a life in ursulas demand

there are millions of princesses in the world who are enslaved

disney princesses were just lucky enough to be saved

HeLp Me

in my own body i am a hostage forever

will i ever be free? “never”

i have lost all of my control

there is a girl inside of me playing my role

you cannot see. but she is currently holding a gun to my head

if i do something wrong “i will shoot you dead”

always awake. she never sleeps

she is my voice who speaks

i tried to fight her back

but she just attacked

she tells me to shut up and sit quietly

her name is “anxiety”

i thought she was only visiting me like a holiday in the city

but she moved into me. she is not very pretty

so until she makes a sudden disappearance

my job for now is only the appearance

she granted me a pen so this poem i could write

to convince you i am crazy and not alright

my best friend forever

hello my best friend depression

are you here to spread through me quicker than an infection?

i wonder what you have planned for us today

what game are we about to play?

going to trick me so i am in my bed chained?

convince me even though there is sun it has rained?

forget to water me? i am a flower

this is the tenth day you will not let me have a shower

will you get me so upset

and then hide my cigarettes?

will you ask me to paint my future on a blank canvas?

then ruin it with your splashes of blackness?

will you tell me to forget about all my hopes and dreams?

will you make my mood swings drift from bad to extreme?

i still do not know how you are still my friend

i guess it is because of all the time together we spend

you make me feel so low

but from a baby to now you watched me grow

and at the end of the day you are the only one i can rely on

save our mother

to the ends of this world we have explored

one day i hope my faith in humanity will be restored

all whilst saying this world was a gift from the lord

as a population we still all manage

to keep committing irreversible damage

now our planet is at a disadvantage

because when earth takes her last breath so will we

why can no one hear her screaming “stop trying to kill me”?

it will be too late to feel guilty

look at this mess

we were just only her guests

now she is a hostage trying to protest

earth has been kidnapped

forever trapped

and we all did that

she is screaming behind bars

“why do you need flying cars?”

“why do you need a spaceship to go see the stars?”

she already gave us everything we ever needed

and look how poorly we have treated

to kill her. we have greatly succeeded

our mother

our first lover

we will never have another

dear ptsd

dear post traumatic stress disorder

you really are my worst supporter

so good at making me feel ashamed

you tell me i should have been the one who got blamed

daily flashbacks of the trauma

daily flashbacks of the torture

and even though i have aged

you make sure the memories remain

thank you for changing my perspective of how i see the world with my eyes

thank you for always reminding me of how one day changed my whole life

you printed the stains on me forever

why do you not want me to just get better?

because of you no amount of therapy sessions will ever give me enough strength to scrub myself clean

to erase all of the traces, trauma and flashbacks of what happened to me as a teen

dear ptsd

why do you love me?

guardian angel

living is becoming too painful

i hate to say but i have let down my guardian angel

she just tried to give me the hope i needed

prayed i would never give in and be defeated

on my darkest days i hear her whisper

on my loneliest nights she is the best listener

constantly she is setting me free

showing me the good in the bad i was too oblivious to ever see

rescued me when i was trapped

whenever i did her proud she was the first one that clapped

she was and always will be my biggest fan

she wrote out my life plan

in my heart she will always be living

i hope when we meet she will be forgiving