Posted in Poetry

The unheard us

In a world of noise
We are the silent
In a world that judges
We are the judged

We feel alone much of the time
By choice or by societal pressure
No one shares our story or pain 
Not even those labelled the same

In a world of outward hatred
We are the ones hating inwardly
In a world of beautiful sights
All we see is our ugliness

You don’t need to shout over us
We are already cowered and unheard
You don’t need to relentlessly judge us
Our self condemnation is established

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Author:

I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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