The After-Race

She tries, over and over again.

She tries with all her might,

She tries with growing strides.

She tries the make them happy,

And tries to make them proud.

She tries to push her attitude,

To a place that can’t be found.

She tries to go to that place,

Hoping it’ll be easier when unbound.

Hoping it’ll be lighter when erased.

Hoping it’ll be simpler,

When she drops out of the race.

The race to win, the race to succeed,

The race to do something deemed concrete.

She tried to win the race,

When she realized it was impossible,

She hoped the after-race would be bearable.

The Boston Massacre

There was blood on the street,

On the streets of their homes.

Man slaughtered man,

And the men of the slaughtered man,

Took it to their advantage.

Using the massacre of Carr,

And Gray, Caldwell, Maverick and Attucks,

To show the colonials that Patriots were the star.

Using it as propaganda,

To show the position of Americans,

For the British opened fire,

As the Americans stood just to inspire.

In the minds of the British,

This stood as a minor slip-up.

For the Americans must have understood,

Right?

That 5 were killed only,

With merely 6 wounded solely.

A Fairytale Ending

A world of disaster and abolishment,

Is a place I don’t want to be.

A life of greed and grovelling,

Is all the world has let me see.

Blasting guns and walking through war,

Is the worst part,

Of a place I’ve never been before.

Let me go to a new dimension,

Where positivity shines,

And Jane swings on vines.

Where Evil Stepmothers don’t exist,

Instead Fairy Godmothers,

Who share their bliss.

Where Merida isn’t defined

By the man she marries,

And then left to be confined.

A world where feminism,

Is an expedition to equality.

And a fairytale ending,

Doesn’t follow marriage as a policy.