I Come From
I come from where no one cares if you survive,
but if you make it through the night,
it will be all right,
almost as if the sun rising the next day,
makes all the depression go away.
I come from a place where at least 1 in 4 share the same,
and it's such a horrible shame,
that everyone else is to blame.
And tablets are handed out like sweets,
but just having someone to talk to is the real treat.
I come from a place where if you slit your wrists,
you'll be added to people's tumblr lists,
and self harm doesn't include bruised fists.
And it's called attention seeking,
but when you seek help, no one is speaking.
I come from a place where a black fog hangs low,
And it affects someone every person knows,
even if they try not to let it show.
A place that isn't worth living,
if it's a single day you keep reliving.
It's always the same.
Freedom's Soldier
When the end arrives,
I will be ready,
Shotgun in hand,
Standing steady,
Finger dancing the trigger,
A smile on my lips,
Ammo in my words,
Bullet belt on my hips.
When the end arrives,
I'll be okay,
Blood dripping down,
A world away,
And I'll stand tall
In my believes,
I am who I am,
And that's a relief.
The grenade in your looks
And a knife for your tongue,
Even if you kill me,
I've fought for those young,
And old,
All to have a say,
In a world
Where discrimination stays.
A fighter of freedom,
Of equality and of love,
Until we are the same,
And I can finally see peace's dove.
Yours,
Darragh Briscomb
When the fire dances in the night, we stand shielded behind the water.
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TSZ Magazine: June 2016 (Issue #1)
Non-FictionHappy Pride Month everybody! Last year we all stood proudly as gay marriage was finally legalized in all 50 states within the US, but this year let's stand and remember all four corners of the world where we are still a far cry from actual acceptanc...
