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@shattered_heart

Wait, that's so dum. Even 19 is a little young to get married. I wouldnt want to marry before 23. Just live your live, hun and dont listen to her. She shouldnt pressure you like that, its so wrong.

I'm only seventeen myself, and I have the opposite problem. Im not allowed to date until 21. Not that any have anyone though.

@Periwinkle_

The only reason I don't care anymore is because I realized she's an emotionally abusive narcissist. I'm still struggling to comprehend it though.

^my dad

@Elder-God-Whisper work

shrugs I mean, he lives with us, is married to my mom, and provides us a living, but he really doesn't do much with us kids unless he has to intervene to keep my mom from spinning out of control. Even then, he doesn't really do much.

@Elder-God-Whisper work

I'm in love with an Aussie,
With daisies in their hair,

When they sing their songs,
I cannot help but stare.

When they're jealous, they squeak,
And my heart just wants to stop,

When they wear my things,
I wilt and I flop.

When they use their accent,
I tend to malfunction.

If you believe I'm in love,
You've got the right assumption.

Don't get me wrong, they can drive me nuts,
But I just love them all the same,

I want to spend my days with them,
I have no care for wealth or fame.

I would follow them anywhere,
I would kiss them to to death if I dare.

Because, I'm in love with an Aussie,
With daisies in their hair.

@Elder-God-Whisper work

They see the pride,
They see the Rainbows,
but what they don't see,
is all of us in the ghettos.

Daddy's girl was thrown out
'Cause he wanted to be mama's boy.

She was denounced because
a girlfriend brought her joy.

They were left on the streets
because they refused to conform.

He was shunned and shamed
'Cause he wanted to adorn.

You know, we call ourselves enlightened,
We call ourselves learned,

But how do we beat our own kind,
because their lives are not preferred?

Mommas abandon their babies,
because they're not what they dreamed.

Daddies turn their backs,
Because we're not worthy, they deemed.

But as much as we're hurt,
As much as we struggle,

Together we'll rise,
so, in groups, huddle

Because we have a secret,
We'll put an end to our oppression,

We are human too,
We have rights, yes just like you,

Is this surprising?
It's sad that it is.

But we'll survive and
Put an end to your shiz.

My brothers, my sisters,
My children, my friends,

We all deserve respect, and we'll
fight for it until our final ends.

@katya

I'm not much good but I was hoping for some feedback

Warning it's a little sad

Crying
Breaks me
But, I'm not dying
It's just a plea
For someone to see me
Before I am done
Letting tears drip
down my cheeks
like little trees
spreading their branches
as I cry myself to sleep
once more

@katya

I do! Thank you very much. I post some on my profile.Whisper, honestly tho honey, your poetry is beautiful. I was going through the discussion. Everyone is so talented!

@katya

Sure! You should post some more peotry in the chat. You are really good! I love reading your peotry!

@Elder-God-Whisper work

Well…. I have a kind of morbid one I found from a about a year ago.

White bones stained with black blood,
Silver knife in hand.
Blond hair crusted with mud,
Blue eyes taking in his contraband.

@katya

Morbid is fine. It's poetry! Its about those weird feelings and those details that we usually ignore.

@Elder-God-Whisper work

Yeah, heh heh. It's all not that great because I literally take 15-30 minutes on two to three poems and I don't really take my time. I just usually end up writing poems because a random phrase [that half the time doesn't make sense until you really think about it] pops in my head.