Painting in iron

you can taste it on your tongue,

a taste so distinctly wrong but it feels so right,

the rush of serenity, the peace of mind.

Not empty but soothed.

....

They stare back at you accusingly, but in the moment nothing seems more effective, more essential.

A hidden force, a manipulation to find temporary peace.

@1epiphany1

Blue and Grey - Taehyung

Light your own way

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Society Damages

She cannot run from the fibers of her mind,

yet that is all she wants to do.

Just when she thought the dingy world she lived in would finally have the vibrancy everyone raved about,

everything was forcefully ripped away.

It commenced with a few people, a few words.

“Freak, abomination.”

But it didn’t end there,

everything gradually became worse and worse.

No-one interacted with her,

other than the shoves as she shuffles through hallways,

or the shouts of, freak, slut, disgusting, player, or kill yourself as she tries to travel by unseen.

She was no longer blissful or even remotely thrilled to exist.

Nevermore did she go home to spiel to her family about her astounding day;

because astounding was never part of her day.

One day the stamp seemingly placed on her forehead became too much and she painted her wrists and thighs.

Before long the ground beneath her became permanently stained.

Whether by clear salty water or claret colored fluid she did not know,

and did it really matter?

Eventually, the torment was too much.

A simple chain necklace became thick corded rope

and her tomorrow never came.

No-one noticed,

no-one cared.

Just because one person decided they didn’t want her to have the alluring shine of life fall upon her.

She was given a label that was so harshly enforced nothing else mattered.

It’s as if she was in a personal holocaust and she dreamed of having her dingy life back.

For the good labels, she had never had the chance to see the light and life they deserved,

doesn’t it make you wish you could go back and give her a life full of color?

A life as beautiful as looking through kaleidoscope facing a rainbow.

Give her labels she deserved.

Instead of labeling her a freak, give her a stamp of intelligent, artsy, or compassionate.

Be her friend,

remind her that every part of her is amazing.

Restart and give her a different life,

full of love instead of hate.

Maybe one day she would have become the new Michelangelo.

Maybe make a new discovery, change the world for the better.

Or maybe she would just do a simple thing like give to charities, or give an abandoned child a home.

Maybe she would spread her compassion and give people the chance they needed.

But we shut off the light in her life and we will never know what she could accomplish.

We didn’t give her our compassion.

We gave her our hate,

we never thought past that label one person gave her.

We didn’t see the array of possibilities she had to give the world.

We tore out her seeds of happiness and hope and left a robot in her place.

We need to pull out the shaded parts of society and paint them with colors.

Plant seeds in our rotting society and change our robots into trees.

Throw away the daggers spilling from our lips,

empty our pockets of stamps,

and water the seeds we were given.

-Kali (berpikir sebelum bertindak)