a poem written by : Lotus
Momma once said, that good boys and girls don't cry.
That they don't hide. That they're nice. That they just---smile. Even if it's not fine---even if they're not fine.
Momma once said, that good boys and girls don't fight.
That they're polite. That they're kind. That they don't commit crimes. Are good at all times.
Momma once told me that it doesn't matter if you're weak,
just put on a smile. To hide what's underneath.
But what if what's underneath is strong, unlike me.
Your dreams, your voice, your belief. Telling you where to belong, that you should be free.
What if what's underneath isn't,
kind, polite, nice, just, and commits crimes.
What if the 'not fine' is what underneath my skin,
my skin, what if that's, my fine?
Do you really have to fake in this world, just to belong?
Would it be wrong, to say that not only would I never belong.
But I would never want to belong, in a cruel world that tells you to;
"Suck it up and live with it."
To numb the pain, to forget, yet forever regret. Relive all the moments, all the pain, over and over again.
To judge, based on skin and just wipe the tears away.
Because crying is for the weak.
Mom, I'm not strong.
Does that mean, that I'm not good enough?