poems about brokenness

Followers

They see her as
An existential threat,
This teenage girl
Whose only trespass is
Advocating for education
For all girls.

So terrified are they that
Women might have the ability
To think for themselves,
To assume positions of power,
That they do the only
Thing they know how to.

She survives the point-blank
Shot to her head, a heinous
Act of cowardice by
Gutless followers who fail to
Understand the resilience
Of the human spirit.


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Detached Indifference

Extreme myopia,
A near-pathological
Inability to see,
Let alone understand,
Anyone else’s plight,
A dark tunnel excavated
From his own pain.

Lacking self-awareness,
He assumes that
Everyone else’s struggle
Is exactly like his,
That the same variables
Line up exactly
The same way.

Left in his wake,
A swath of agony,
Contorted beings
Crying out for help
That will never come,
The casualties of
Detached indifference.

Reinforced

Trying to be
Someone he’s not.

They told him
How he should be.

Many people
Proffered unhelpful advice.

Do this
To fit in.

We’ll like you
If you conform.

Reinforced by
Lack of insight.

Nobody Else

There is a moment when,
Under extreme duress,
His resilience leaves him,
Heart stops feeling,
Loses his humanity,
Is no longer able to
Relate to other beings with
Empathy and compassion.
The remainder of his journey
Is consumed by rage and
A compulsion to make sure
Nobody else enjoys life.

Doing Good

He sees himself
As doing good.

Other people
Don’t see it that way.

They experience
Tangible negative effects.

Measuring behavior
Is easy.

Look at who
Benefits or not.

Words don’t matter,
Actions do.

He fancies himself
Righteous.

Racism

Racism.

The room grows quiet, then defensive, then hostile.

Immaturely unable to face the truth,
Reflect on wrongdoings,
Consider truth and reconciliation.

No change occurs
Without admitting past violations.

Last Conversation

I’m sure our
Last conversation
Had a far different
Effect on you than
It did on me.

That was always the
Way things transpired,
Me assaulted,
You oblivious,
Mandatory discomfort.

I don’t expect you’ll
Ever grow a heart,
Not for me,
Or anyone else,
Including you.

Clashing

Apprehensive life spent
Looking over shoulder,
One hair away from infringing
On someone else at all times,
A moment from crossing the
Line into transgression,
Running from capture,
Contempt for everyone,
Everything, every time,
Clashing sounds and
Images clouding mind.

Recollections

Trying to occupy my
Day with constant
Activity to provide
Respite from the
Incessant onslaught
Of memories unwelcome,
Reminders of occurrences
I don’t want to relive
But that won’t
Leave me alone.
I pretend they’re not
There but that only
Lasts until the next
Moment I’m not doing
Something and the
Silence is supplanted
Yet again by
Undesirable
Recollections.