My First Steps
ratmando
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It's so cold outside that my head rains sweat.
Looks easier when an infant manages it.
Laugh lines mock my fury at things I can't forget.
But if I don't hurry they'll plant me headstone down.
Never thought religion as a prepared medic.
When do prayers complete what hearts and hands do?
They tell me I must try harder, in case I've forgotten.
The snow that once had held me -now making blooms.
It's just one step until I've made that first one.
Further from my past away from bloodshed night's.
My mind's still raging, those in charge still raping.
One step more and my first step is done.
I never question pity, but piety is so absurd.
Stoicism antidote when my blood is now burnt.
Hundreds hidden deep within changed history.
It's the lawyers who remove the incidents, unacknowledged,
Nor accountable think my tale or hers, will not be heard.
And the white girl raped calls forth CNN
While schoolyard of girls divided now called wives.
I'm just another no one in a world of nowhere.
No one who would help let's me walk outside.
My first step now done closer to that door
Where if I walk two more steps keeps me off the floor
I can say farewell to my cage and visit beside me
Either wall holding back two more women's world's.
I never question honor, but ruling classes are absurd
Castes dehumanization in a simple word.
A young girl hangs by her neck, not a man found who
Would free lifeless witness, India hiding many like her
As long as I take steps, her stories will be heard.
My first steps bring her to your blindfolded world.
My first steps lead to freedom earned.
Lifelong unfair painful because the truths scars and wound
My first steps to the Mic give those girls their turn.
--cbj
Looks easier when an infant manages it.
Laugh lines mock my fury at things I can't forget.
But if I don't hurry they'll plant me headstone down.
Never thought religion as a prepared medic.
When do prayers complete what hearts and hands do?
They tell me I must try harder, in case I've forgotten.
The snow that once had held me -now making blooms.
It's just one step until I've made that first one.
Further from my past away from bloodshed night's.
My mind's still raging, those in charge still raping.
One step more and my first step is done.
I never question pity, but piety is so absurd.
Stoicism antidote when my blood is now burnt.
Hundreds hidden deep within changed history.
It's the lawyers who remove the incidents, unacknowledged,
Nor accountable think my tale or hers, will not be heard.
And the white girl raped calls forth CNN
While schoolyard of girls divided now called wives.
I'm just another no one in a world of nowhere.
No one who would help let's me walk outside.
My first step now done closer to that door
Where if I walk two more steps keeps me off the floor
I can say farewell to my cage and visit beside me
Either wall holding back two more women's world's.
I never question honor, but ruling classes are absurd
Castes dehumanization in a simple word.
A young girl hangs by her neck, not a man found who
Would free lifeless witness, India hiding many like her
As long as I take steps, her stories will be heard.
My first steps bring her to your blindfolded world.
My first steps lead to freedom earned.
Lifelong unfair painful because the truths scars and wound
My first steps to the Mic give those girls their turn.
--cbj
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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