You must let your truth speak
in volumes never heard
so the ignorant, oft deaf masses,
can know what they must learn
✨Deferential Devil✨
Written with the first line challenge from Atticus Poetry on Poetizer.
Empowering
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Filter
I breathe in peace
and exhale this pain
Knowing time filters
the most insane
✨Deferential Devil✨
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Luck
Luck isn’t some mystical,
or uncontrollable thing
that happens to a person
Luck is what you see in life
It’s picking out the things
which went right, rather than the things
which went wrong on a day
✨Deferential Devil✨
Cater
No, darling.
My feelings don’t need catering
Though you’re welcome to stop
the excuses for that person
when they act like a shitty human
That’s not catering to me
It’s being a good human
If you want to cater to me,
bring donuts
✨Deferential Devil✨
Small Things
Even in these dark times
there’s goodness
It’s always the little things
which shine brightest in the dark
A smile, a laugh, a pets love
hold onto those moments
when everything is crashing down
they will anchor you to the light
✨Deferential Devil✨
Feel
I want my son to cry
as well as he smiles
because it means
he’s allowing himself
to hurt to heal
that he‘s okay to feel
pain instead of hiding it
✨Deferential Devil✨
Paper Doll
I dealt with
Constant bipolar swings,
and lies upon lies
His jealousy, and economic strife,
and the piece of him he wanted to hide
He gave me
Examples on how I should dress
A kitchen knife to slit his wrists
Reason to doubt but swore he was true
Confusion and pain, yet was I, who was vain
He told me
My check was too small
but he spent it just the same
while his slept soundly in the bank
I was the problem, and he couldn’t win
The way I ate would make me fat
though most thought me too thin
I learned
After waking from that nightmare
after cutting all ties with him
to take the offered lessons
so I’d never do that again
✨Deferential Devil✨
Tribe
Sure,
you can say anything
to those in your tribe
But
is it really your tribe
if you disrespect those in it
by hurting, then shaming them
when they speak up
✨Deferential Devil✨
Standards
He called me kind but inside
I wanted to tear him to bits
For making me feel less than
when I am so much more than
For holding me to higher standards
to which he didn’t deign to lift himself
✨Deferential Devil✨
Days
On my best days I’m a storm
blowing through the world,
knocking down anything
which blocks my path
or raining down my love
On my worst days
I am a disaster
A mess of a human
all emotion, tragedy, and darkness
A tsunami swallowing cities whole
But everyday, I’m still me
whether the world sees it
I won’t break to make others ok
All that does is kill my storm
but doesn’t calm my seas
✨Deferential Devil✨
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