30 and confused,

In today’s society, I chose writing as my muse,

Manifesting anything I put my mind to,

But I have to put my emotions to use.

I need someone to hear my truth.

Please, I am an ally in this hell with you.

Have you heard the news?

Our world is suffering from abuse.

Need money soon?

They tell me I should sell nudes.

(sigh)

Letting them win is the worst sin.

I’m already a woman living underneath men,

But this isn’t about me.

It is about expressing the darkness of feeling,

Of being a being,

Of why we only define life when the end is nearing.

We cling to our “things,”

Never act on our true dreams,

Discredit wearing your heart on your sleeve,

While healing is something we seek,

Also, something we will never be.

Life is full of irony like that.

Scripted praying won’t promote your life back.

We awake and then go right back.

A world full of sheep willing to sleep,

Our consequences are beginning to reap.

Makes you think…

Have you earned a spot in the next life?

Is it an option to still become a wife?

Or from now on, will we all be orchestrating a fight?

A fight for our children’s rights,

Prophesying when a New World Order will arise.

Yes…

It is far too late to send a prayer.

God has finally given up.

We have all cried wolf enough.

~ Soulee