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Here's a poem I turned into a song :) I'd really like some honest feedback from every/anyone. Thanks!

Dear Society,

Every morning I wake up and look at myself in the mirror,

So many questions run through my head and the answers couldn't be clearer,

Society has a hold of me, it's changed my ways,

There are so many rules to abide by, rules we teens have to obey,

There are those who fit in, and those just born to stand out,

I'm the one afraid to stomp my feet and shout,

But I'm also not willing to blend in when there's something so obviously wrong,

But through my words, I have power, through my words I am strong,

I hate to be that person who follows everyone in pursuit,

It doesn't make me pretty, or different, or strong, or cute,

I guess I just bite my tongue when I should be shouting for change,

But the wicked looks and glares, it makes me feel so ashamed,

It makes me don't my thoughts, it makes me change my mind,

And though I can see clearly, I walk among the blind,

I know there are things to be said, and through this what I say is true,

So, to every teenager,

Be smart

Be bold

Be you

Wow! That's some awesome rhyming!! I like the tone as well - it's nice & bold, but not too loud :) Good job!

Cool!, Poem!

Abbigayle wrote: "Wow! That's some awesome rhyming!! I like the tone as well - it's nice & bold, but not too loud :) Good job!"

Thanks a lot! :)

Blob Fest! wrote: "Cool!, Poem!"

Thanks!

This is a poem I made that's true and dear to my heart. It's personal, and also genuine in so many ways.

Through everything that has happened in my life, I’ve learned to carefully emerge from the enclosed chrysalis I’ve created around myself as protection, discovering the bits and pieces of my true self along the way. And though I haven’t been able to fully emerge into my one-day adult butterfly, I know that with the help of many, specifically my family, I will eventually fly without uncertainty.

This is, Emerge:

Stage One | The Egg.

Born into this world,
life seemed to fit society's mold.
I had a mother and a father who birthed me,
cared for me,
and briefly taught me the ways of the world.
Soon I learned,
my father would leave for a new life,
and my mother,
would leave me for drugs.

But one day,
I will emerge.


Stage Two | The Caterpillar.

At only nine years old,
I had shuffled in and out of foster homes,
desperate to find a family
that would love and care for me,
and take me in as their own,
the way my real ones should have,
should have chosen me,
the way I would have chosen them.

And yet, one day,
I will emerge.

Stage Three | The Chrysalis.

After two years of back and forth,
alone and scared for my life,
I finally found a family,
a new family, that chose me,
the way I chose them.
This new family, my family,
now safely surrounds me,
defends me,
loves, and cares for me.
I am protected by my new family
from the dangers of my past.
I witness affection and respect,
not abandonment and rejection.
In this space,
where I am protected by my chrysalis,
I will have the time to grow into my own,
to become what I always knew I could be,
beautiful.
I will be beautiful.

Because I know, one day,
I will emerge.


Stage Four | Almost a Butterfly.

As I patiently wait,
to reach the stage of my life,
where I manifest my truest colors
and eventually, take flight,
I find comfort in this metamorphosis
knowing who will fly alongside me,
my new family.
My new family will forever support me.
My new family will be there for me when I fall.
My new family loves me.
They will forever love me.
Because of them,
and because of me,
I will become something I didn’t have a chance to be.
I will become the beautiful butterfly they couldn’t see,
What they didn’t want to see.
Because I know,
I will
emerge.

I'm speechless. That was so pretty!

I agree with Jillian! I just don't know what to say!

Thank you both!
I get that response a lot. :)

Here's a poem I wrote about my little brother! :)

To my Dear Little Brother,

No more "I love you's" just more "goodbyes", there are no more hugs when I sob and cry

I don't have a mother or a father to care, so I turn to my brother where for blood we share

He's there for my highs and my low low lows, he's there when I'm happy and when I'm about to explode

He may not be so bright, but caring he is, I love my brother, my dear little Chris

In life he was cheated, and beaten, and forgotten by our dear biological mother, at times she was rotten

He took all of the blame at just three years old, and never stayed down, for that he is bold

I regret the mean words I have spoken to him, it tears me apart, limb by limb

I wish I was as bold and as strong, and as brave, but it's ME that my dear brother has to save

We laugh and we cry while we're told to be quiet, but as for Chris, he puts up a riot

He's been through a lot, more than any of us combined, and I hope through life genuine love is what he finds

So for my little brother, I love you so much, and if you EVER need a hand to hold, you can take mine to clutch

Personal Note: Through everything that has happened in my life, I'm so glad my brother was there with me every step of the way. I love him more than he'll ever know. <3