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Other World
I like to imagine that there is a world out there where everyone is happy and free.
A world where there is peace and love all around.
One where hate,crime,and violence dont exist.
Where I myself, am that girl I should have been if it weren't for certain men.
A world where I float by life with no worries or fears...struggles or troubles.
If that world existed....How I'd be pain free.
I wouldnt be anyones victim..and these cuts on my arms would never exist.
Then I stop imagining and theres Reality.
Where Im bottled up, hurt, and lost.
Where my cousin, grandpa, brother, and other men have touched, raped,
and stolen my innocence....my body....
Where somewhere there are children starving, a wife being beaten, a little girl being molested, and a women dying of cancer.
Oh reality..it's all to real...all too scary..
Its where my arm is hurting from the cuts I have done.
Where my grandpa no longer exists, because as they try to put it..
" it was his time to go"
How I long to just escape it all.
and be a part of that other world.
...And what if...what if that world is somewhere out there??
would it be so bad to want to be a part of it...take those pills I eye in my cabinet everyday
why if somewhere out there is that world...why must everyone try and keep me here...why are they holding me back??? why not just let me go...let me be free of it all..let me be happy....let me spread my wings and fly.
