Cant Concentrate

I can not concentrate

I am drowning in my thoughts

I keep hearing

My thoughts over again

I am not innocent

But that does not mean

My stress levels

Do not go overboard

I may be healthy

But I have hurt before

Memories get brought up

And sometimes they do not stop

So here I am

Coming clean and free

For the hundreth time

To see what you have for me

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Strangers in a House

Strangers in a house

This is what we were

All because of you

We were strangers in a house

Manipulation you were good with her

And your temper really grew

We became strangers in a house

We grew apart

Or I distanced myself from you

I listened to your grumble

And became your punching bag

I began to crumble

And you did not notice my sag

We were strangers in a house

We were strangers in a house

I grew up much too soon

then you could not control me

And that angered you the most

But it scared the shit out of me

We were strangers in a house

You took the key to your place

When I showed I wanted to flee

It was my plea

To see if you cared about me

But you took the key to your place

So I had to go

It showed that you did not know me

And that I did not know you

We were for sure strangers in a house.

Psychopath

Would you like it if I said

Every day I wake hoping your dead?

Would you smile and say

At least you’re thinking of me?

This is exactly what you would do

So this helps me remind myself

My life does not revolve around you

I’m getting my own book off the shelf

Thank you for your time

Thank you for your attention

Maybe this is a sign that

To me you’re a dead man

Next time pick on someone weaker

Than you. I might’ve appeared weak

But time proved you wrong. Your weak.

Time proved that you are a psychopath.

Suicide by Sidewalk

In a world full of pain
What have I to gain

I’m waiting on the sidewalk
Then I stand on the street
But this time just to pass
I can hear my heartbeat
But I quickly get to class
Even though the cars go fast on that block

I get off the bus solo
Standing frozen thinking again
Do I stay or do I go?
All I think about is pain
Is life or death my foe?
I see the driver so I must remain

There has been enough sorrow
I can’t let others die in vain
So I’ll live until tomorrow
Because it’ll feel better in my brain
That I did not cause another blow
And have others follow me down the drain

What have I to gain
In a world full of pain

 

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“It’s in the Past Tho” by First Nation

As a First Nation who was brought up in the foster system and a generally very “white” world, even hearing the phrase that ‘it’s in the past so why does it matter’ about how the Indigenous people was treated back in the day ( which in fact wasn’t that long ago) still gets to me. So I wrote this little poem/thingy as I seemed to fit to end this stigma of the Canadian past.

You may think that we should move on.

We are, you are just blind right now.

We are trying, we are living.

We have flashbacks, we have problems.

We are learning, we are slowly forgiving.

What was done to our elders was a crime.

They got through it and we were their strength.

But now we are given the same treatment they

received.

they tell us with pride to never give up.

They want the best for us.

We switched places.

You say to our faces that it is in the past.

But do you not see the results of such a crime.

There is hate, there is hurt.

There is sorrow, but there is hope.

There is crying, there is still joy.

We want a better tomorrow, the past is in the past.

It is time to move on.

But it starts with one family at a time.

It starts with many tries to finally get the right

formula.

It did start with the apology but it doesn’t end there.

It did start with the compensation but it doesn’t end

there.

It really starts when we see much more

than just words and money.

Let’s start learning from the mistakes and

not let them happen again and again.

Let’s get together as a country to fix it’s broken heart.

Let’s be a country that is proud enough to

speak about how we ended this genocide.

Let’s do this to show our future kids

how to handle conflicts.

Let’s be a people that is free of the past.

 

 

This is just the beginning. I hope that you could dive into what these words mean and read in between the lines. Thanks for reading!

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