Pied Piper.

She was trained to do as she was told.

No opinions, no voice, no life of her own.

And she could forsee no change in her future.

She’d accepted that her life would be nothing but the struggle to survive.

She’d accepted that she would never be truly alive.

Then an unknown came into her life.

He didn’t show up like a light, or a miracle.

He showed up like a dream.

Sudden and unexpected.

He came for her like a whirlwind.

And she was blinded and breathless.

And when she regained consciousness, she’d expected things to go back to ‘normal’. 

Expected the dream to have ended, expected her nightmare of a reality to have regained.

But he remained.

And his voice was the tune she moved to now.

No more orders, no more terrors.

She was free.

And her heart followed his, as they forged their own path.

She was his and he was hers and together they were an army that marched through the hurdles of life.


A man’s world.

She covered every inch of her body but her eyes, thinking that this would make her feel more secure, that this would prevent creeping eyes from looking at her with disgusting desire.

But as she walked those streets, nothing changed.

Cat calls followed her. 

Abusive words were thrown her way.

And she’d never felt more naked in all her life.

The fear inside of her rose again, taking control.

Her steps quickened, as did those behind her.

She felt like a prey, as the predators surrounded her.

She knew there were dozens of ears that heard her screams and pleas and turned the other way.

And as her seeming end came near, she closed her eyes and could see all those she held near.

She then decided to write her own fate, and fought back with all her might.

After much struggle, the prey had bested its predators, she’d been victorious, and still society called her violent, said she was to blame, for it was she who taunted the men into abusing her.

” If only she’d dressed more appropriately.” They said.

That’s when the sad reality hit her. Despite every fact proving that she was not to blame, it didn’t matter. She then understood.

It really was a man’s world.

You Never Walk Alone.

Surrounded by people full of smiles, he borrowed a mask and did as was expected.

All his emotions bottled up, he was slowly drowning.

Going in circles, he was losing his mind.

Then he stumbled upon six more like him.

After a moments notice he knew he’d found what’s been missing.

The friends he’d wanted and the brothers he didn’t know how much he needed.


She thought heartbreak was the worst she’d face,

When depression came knocking.

Fingers crossed, hoping it was a phase,

Then the light disappeared, with anxiety blocking.
All seemed lost and time went too fast,

She just wanted to leave the city,

A while after, a weight lifted, past was past,

And she found serendipity.

Love Yourself.

After what seemed like forever,

A  light appeared.

All ties had been severed,

Hope was near.
No longer held down by her fears,

She was finally serene.

No more puffy eyes, no more tears,

She’d reached beyond the scene.


Caught in a lie,

Her first love struggled. 

Surprised by her own reflection,

She was finally awake.

She could now begin,

Put aside her stigma.

Sunshine indeed came after darkness,

Listening to his mixtape.

Back Then and Now.

​Back when the days were long and the trees were young,

A woman with dreams was repressed and sold in the name of marriage.

And millenniums since the same occurs, while all state humans to be free.

The beginning and The end.

​You. You’ve changed everything.

You came into my life like an unexpected drizzle and helped me get through every storm.

You were my everything.

You were my moon, shining in the dark giving me light.

Little did I know then that I was just one little star among your others.

I would’ve given you the world, but now I’m glad I didn’t, because I know you would’ve left me in the ditch and travelled with her.

In the end the light drizzle which provided me comfort, turned into the hurricane that would damage me beyond repair.

I’m broken for eternity as I still find hardship in letting you go.

You are still and will always be the source of my life and the means to it’s end.

With Time.

​Shamed because of her opinions, her race , her size, her face.

Shamed by strangers, by apparent friends, by other and by family.

She who once saw her obstacles as a phase.

Was now hiding in plain sight aimlessly.

With time, all the unusual stereotypes grew on her.

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