My view is clouded
I can’t seem to distinguish
Between reality and a delusion
How I wish my reality was a delusion
My view is clouded
My heart weeps for the past
I am my own rock theses days
I am all I have left
In my weakness I remember
All the lessons of the past
In my clouded view I search for laughter
I search high and low for a glimpse of hope
My view might be hazy
My heart might be broken
But I am my own rock
For better or worse
I wore it like a mask today
I was feeling inadequate
All my worries seemed to haunt me
However, those are loyal customers
my spirit needed air, so off I went
crossing river beds
fighting through mud to find the freshest air
the view was breath-taking
all the dangers were worth the risk for the view
my spirit rejoiced that I fought
for our peace and mind
on the journey back however, the ugly feeling returned
a new fight started
so yes, I wore red on my lips
made sure to not make haste
once each line was to perfection
I knew I had won
The paint gave me power
Gave me life
Like so many others who have worn the same mask
I saw life differently for once
They say real men wear pink
Well, I say real women wear red.
In my world women don’t do many things
In my world women are seen as property
Seen less than an equal
We are objects that are judge
We are either too fat or too skinny
Men are the buyers and society the suppliers
Well, we are the mindless ones;
Who succumb to plastic surgery.
Whatever it takes to make them happy
In my world women are supposed to dream;
About big weddings and little ones.
Not, office jobs and condos
Not, adventuring the deepest of blue seas
Certainly not seeing multiple people
There will come a day
Where I will have a choice to make.
The decision will be mine and mine alone.
Not societies and its corrupt idealization of women.
It will not be my world for much longer
In a world full of beautiful majestic things
Why are we full of hate?
We are consumed with distaste for each other
Why do we feel this way?
Are we not all human?
I may be different with my Mayan roots
Yet, my heart still beats the same as yours
When I bleed, I bleed red too
My pigmentation does not change that
It doesn’t affect who I am or who I can be
I smile and laugh just as you would
Why does my language offend you?
When I have embraced yours?
I’m done being your door matt
No, child of mine will grow being fearful
Fearful of walking out the door
No, child of mine will ever feel inferior than yours
This majestic world deserves better
We deserve better
No one is superior then the next
You have said it once; you’ve said we are the same
It’s time to show it