Hate is -- like lave coming down and absorbing everything and everyone.
Filling in their empty creases and then spewing from them -- in a similar fashion that it did from the mouth of the source, and we never really know who that source is when it's metaphorical like this --
And I stand in its way -- Rooted in the same spot -- Knowing the pain of the burn -- Knowing it'll melt my bones into ashes and that i'll have to build myself back up just to relive the same trauma.
And I do.
I stand for those who cannot --
Who can and won't out of fear or shame --
The weak minded individuals --
The opinionated, yet low voiced beings --
The backbone recoveries --
The voiceless, and all the in between's --
Yet somewhere along the way...
I quit standing up for me.
Shame on you self. How dare you value others over your own flesh and blood.
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Self-reflections, confessions, studied subjects, and soul spilling words that sit on the page, but hope to reach out and coil around those that chance a peek at them. If you like what you see, please leave some feedback and let me know. If you have...