Real
Real is rare
Fakes are everywhere
So in a world full of lies
Be the light in others’ lives
Prop
One time I went to the shop
And on the way I did a flop
People stepped over me like I was a prop
I felt like my whole world just dropped
Until someone noticed I wasn’t a prop
And helped me get back up to the top
And then I no longer felt like slop.
Middle of Nowhere
I live in the middle of nowhere
can see nobody
can’t be with nobody
yet it’s great
no noisy neighbours
no complaints
all alone in the middle of nowhere.
They Tell Us
They tell us to
Straighten your hair,
Cover your face,
You shouldn’t care
That you all have the same base,
No more individuality, just bare
Everybody is just copy and paste.
Ghana
Travelling for Ghana to Ireland so far,
To come to realise it is just sub par.
To hearing names just to be mean,
To feeling small like I couldn’t be seen.
To meeting friends who are dearest to my heart,
To having people I wish to not be apart.
Ireland, a land where I felt astray,
To a land where I wish to stay.
Momma
Ain’t no woman alive that could take my mommas place.
Green
The sky was dark green,
Showing beautiful beans,
The moving fee,
Shows only in the wind.
A Knock/strong>
I was an undisturbed lake,
a cold corpse in a coffin.
Out of the blue,
you skipped stones across my surface,
a soft thud on my wooden world,
giving me what I lacked, purpose.
Before, my pen would fall limp on a page,
never a word to share,
but with Spring, blue eyes blossomed replacing the sky,
taught a lesson on how to care
to the bare bones beneath the earth
no one knew they were there.
A breath of fresh air
in the brush of a hand,
Suddenly I had a story to tell, a life to live, to love,
All from a knock, unplanned.
I Am a Boy
I am a boy.
No, I do not laugh at teachers and call people names, but I am a boy.
No, I do not stay out late and get with girls, but I am a boy.
No, I do not whistle at wolves or smash bottles, but I am a boy.
No, I’m not clumsy, but I do arrive home with blood and bruises on my knees, because I am a boy.
Dyslexia
Dyslexia is a disability that has always affected me when finding out where I fit in.
Many neurodivergent people see dyslexia as an invalid disability,
while many neurotypical people see dyslexia as a disability.
This results in being seen as to neurotypical for neurodivergent people,
and too neurodivergent for neurotypical people.
Dyslexia is constantly used as a mocking excuse by neurotypical people to explain why they’re dumb, despite the fact they have never dealt with dyslexia a day in their life.
I couldn’t count on my hands how many times I had to deal with being seen as idiotic for my inability to read or spell on the same level as everyone else my age.
Though despite how many years I spent with a specialist, learning out to pronounce made up words and read on the same level of others my age, how much teasing or belittling I had to endure due to this disability, I wouldn’t trade it to be neurotypical.
Dyslexia may cause you to appear dumb to those you don’t understand how the disability works, but in reality, or at least in my opinion it increases your intelligence and creative.
This disability forces you to rewire your brain and work around your disability to do the same thing others do with ease.
That is why despite everyone, I would choose to be dyslexia again, and again.
In Glass Shoes
In Glass Shoes we walk,
Sharp rocks underfoot,
We dance and cry and strut about,
In all our endless fear,
We walk on nothing but glass,
Fake makeup, fake smile.
Same clothes, same hair
That may fool all
But we can’t walk on glass forever,
It will wear down to its core
It may fool all
But it’s see-through to us
Being a Woman
Unable to walk down the street at night alone
Pretending to be talking to your friend on the phone
Being terrified something horrible will happen to you
Life should not be like this for us, people need more awareness too
Being a woman
Can’t be all bad
Until you’re getting chatted up by some old lad.
Presence
Those ocean eyes ignite me
Your curls wrapping around my heart like vines on a tree
The cold of your hands tightening around me
Giving me the comfort of your presence.
Mouse
I was in a house
When I saw a mouse
I wanted to kill it
But then I missed it
I caught the mouse
One night in a trap
I had a knife ready
But then I realised
I could release him
Outside.
Food
I like food
It puts me in a good mood
And when I get food
I’m not rude
I am a very nice dude.
Olympus
The camera shutters, the lens flicks.
A life-changing moment captured in a click.
A smile, a laugh, a breathtaking craft,
Displayed for all with the extension of a shaft.
People know that when they hear that chime,
The moment is preserved for all of time.
Blue
I express myself through hair
My hair is blue
In school they say we can express ourselves
But not through hair
They say express yourself be yourself
But when it comes to me,
I can’t express myself
My hair is my canvas
My hair is my art
But I’m not allowed show my art
Because it’s ‘unnatural’
Others change themselves
Others get piercings
They can do no wrong
They are the golden children
Whereas me?
I’m not allowed show my
I’m not a favourite
I’m not popular
I don’t get picked
But it’s my life
I don’t care
My hair
My choice
My life
My choice.
Books
Discover a world
Through spine, cover, and pages
The joy of a book.
The Man’s Mind
It shows crisp and dry
He wishes he’s free to fly
His mind weighs
Throughout his days
But never allowed to show
He wishes he’s free was free to once let go
but it holds him down till the day he’s old.