Object


I am not an object

that can be easily dispensed

that you can leave on a shelf

when you’re in need, you dust my corners off and clean me up

my only use is at your convenience

when you’re done and my time is up

you put me right back on that shelf

— you are a human being, not an item to be tossed around and picked off the shelf as some sort of option. remember that when you try to justify being treated poorly.

Freedom


this photo is not my own.

I was being suffocated

physically, mentally, and emotionally

being locked in this cage

I could no longer breathe

I wanted nothing more than to be free

the one who was supposed to make me feel like I could fly

cut off my wings

leaving me motionless

you are the root of my destruction

this is not love