THE OTHER SIDE

We love to judge others from the outside without taking the time to know their story. We thrive in killing the good remaining souls by just uttering condescending words to victims of circumstance. Most people assume one side of the story is enough but the truth is you can only understand the highlight reel of a story when you look know the details of the background. Many people are dying in silence because society has set the standards for what one should do or not do. The funny thing is, at the end of it all, only the victim fully understands what really happened.

You cast me out because you said my crimes were an abomination,

You never gave me a chance to speak because in our culture I have no right to,

You persecuted me because our religion forbids my desires,

You never let me be the voice of the unheard,

You chose your story and cast me to the dogs,

You tore me down all in the name of protecting the family name,

You pick battles with me because I am not strong enough to fight you,

You abandoned me at the crossroads because apparently I lack direction,

MY STORY REMAINS BURIED BECAUSE NO ONE WILL LET ME TELL IT!

Why have you decided my goal in life is to just exist and not live?

I yearn to experience love just a little bit like any other human being,

I crave to be protected just like everyone else,

I desire security as I trod in the streets,

I pray for acceptance as I survive the unjust treatment,

I am desperate for affection just a tiny bit,

I am dying a slow death,

Please hold my hand,

MY STORY REMAINS BURIED BECAUSE NO ONE WILL LET ME TELL IT!

As I crawl through the gravel,

May I find the sun amidst the darkness,

May I find the stars midst the dark clouds,

May I find a rainbow amidst the floods,

May I find blue skies amidst the grey clouds,

May I find rain amidst the drought,

May I find joy amidst the gloom,

May I find solace amidst the chaos,

May I find sight amidst the blind,

MY STORY REMAINS BURIED BECAUSE NO ONE WILL LET ME TELL IT!

As you lay my cold body to the ground,

Know that I fought to the end,

But the danger of a single story killed me.

MY STORY REMAINS BURIED BECAUSE NO ONE WILL LET ME TELL IT!

From the depths of the grave,

My voice calls out for justice,

It calls out for redemption but nobody will hear it,

My screams fell on deaf ears,

And finally he took a strike,

And just like that,

I was erased from existence.

MY STORY REMAINS BURIED BECAUSE NO ONE WILL LET ME TELL IT!

I left traces of pain,

But my bones still cling on to a better tomorrow.

As my soul leaves my body,

May this chapter not end here.

MY STORY REMAINS BURIED BECAUSE NO ONE WILL LET ME TELL IT!

Remember;

You broke me into tiny pieces and squashed me to tiny fragments but my blood still flows in the ground. Cowering in fear waiting for the day vengeance will be on my side.

A lesson I’ve come to learn is that “Everyone was born a puzzle piece that no one else can replace. We should stop making people bend and squeeze into one box because everyone has a place on the grand masterpiece of the world.”