Scribbles and Cries of a Socially Awkward Girl - A Collection of Poems

Evil

Hello Evil how have you been?

You've certainly been busy,

You and Your kin.

What was it that started all of this pain?

Tell me Evil,

What do you have to gain from these dark days?

These seconds once seemed so precious,

But it’s all passed in a daze.

So Rasicm,

How have You fared?

Because lately,

It seems like no one cares.

To ask if the crying if they’re not of the same skin,

The need to know what color is in,

The faces of all people,

The pining, the dying, the gone.

What is this world?

This Earth we live on?

Tell me,

Are all other qualities simply dismissed?

So Sexism,

Is everything alright?

Are there more people who will come listen to you,

Or to fight?

That being masculine is better,

That being feminine is worse,

Are we forever doomed to be under Your curse?

To think that we must be labeled,

That our roles can never change,

Tell me Sexism,

What’s in a name?

So Extremism,

Do the people agree?

Do they all believe in you?

To submit and be happy?

You turn away the eager ears,

Force rot down their throats,

And yet,

You feel like you can gloat.

Tell me Extremism,

Are we really all in the same boat?

So Homophobia,

The world is a bit strange,

All of the sudden,

These insolent children want to control the game.

You will not give them the hope,

 You will not utter the words

That would take the weight off their shoulders,

All in all,

The agony,

Is just absurd.

So tell me Homophobia,

Did they truly choose to be that way?

Oh children of Evil,

Does it delight you to tear,

The beauty of human life,

And make us focus on what to wear?

When we must resort to guns and bombs,

When words are no longer enough,

When can we stop acting tough?

Tell me Evils,

If She had not opened that box,

Would you be forgotten, almost  nonexistent, abandoned,

Like the buried rocks?

I would like for you Evils to be forgotten and gone,

Dissapated in the mist,

Oh Evils,

You would not be missed.

A whisper,

A nightmare,

Something so very obscene.

But till that day,

My hopes,

Are nothing but a dream.

 ~

Another poem that started from frustration. I seem to be on a roll with these poems.