I was not a human,
And you were not a man.
When you took me to hell with you,
I became the cursed, and you, the demon.
Your eyes of flame and ash,
Tore through me as a lash;
And scorched my soul into remnants,
To be coldly discarded as trash.
Your evils became mine,
And my world became thine,
As I begged to God for justice,
You then emerged from the abyss,
Into the sunshine…
On angels’ wings.
K. Aldaya, 7/31/21
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My government is an abuser,
And I, its’ unwilling victim.
Some people tell me I’m wrong,
I should give in,
And go along.
My government is an abuser,
Who hurts me all the time.
Some people tell me to like it.
I should enjoy,…
And commit.
My government is an abuser,
And I should love my abuser.
Some people say I have to,…
If I want a life,
And acceptance too.
My government is an abuser,
Who tells me I’m ungrateful,
And guilts me into staying,
And taking it,…
And praying.
My government is an abuser.
I sit in the corner and chant,
“It’s okay…okay…okay…okay”…
But don’t believe it,…
Not today.
My government is an abuser.
I tire of being its’ toy.
It loves to mess with my head.
It hurts so much,
I wish I were dead.
My government is an abuser,
And I, its’ unwilling victim.
Some people tell me it’s okay,
As it calls me names,
And tries to rape me with shots,…
And covers my mouth,…
And locks me away….
But it is not. It’s not okay!
Not in any time in history,
And no,…Not Today!
K. Aldaya, 7/28/21
(Reimagining of 273. Life is An Abuser)
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This land is full of Vampires,
Who long to steal my blood and soul.
I’m not a toy. My life is my own.
So no, I can not just give up my soul.
Accept me as I am, or leave me alone.
It’s taken time to realize,
I don’t exist to be their prey.
It is not my responsibility,
To help them feed, or feel a certain way.
It is not my duty to keep them happy.
I don’t owe an explanation.
A caring being wouldn’t need one.
If understanding…they would understand,
That people’s feelings, they can not be won,
By abuse, manipulation, or demand.
Oh Vampires! Hark, hear me well!
I’m allowed to feel what I feel.
You have two choices: Accept it or leave.
I am not your prey, and I’ll never kneel,
To monsters with such hearts as can only receive.
This land is full of Vampires,
Who long to consume without care;
And they do not endure in night’s shadows.
They walk in the sun with us, and you’d swear,
That they’re no different from others you know.
Except that they will feed on you,
Until there’s nothing left to take;
And never ‘nough to fill them, they’ll curse and jeer.
So don’t feel guilty for bearing a stake…
In your own life…
Do not let Vampire’s near,
For they only know how to take!
K. Aldaya, 9/18/20
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It’s strange how when people know you’re trapped,
They feel emboldened to hurt you more;
Because they feel you can not use,
The emergency exit door.
For if you use it, and run….,
Escape the torture and abuse,
Everyone calls you a coward and cad;
Simply for the exit’s use.
People love to take advantage,…
Of the fact that you are not free,
To leave when it is all too much;
For there’s only one life that can be.
There is not a second chance to live,
Nor a soul to be restored.
People may not stab you to death,
But they’ll shamelessly hand you the sword…
So their shame becomes your own.
K. Aldaya, 1/22/20
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You love to laugh at my misfortune.
To watch me suffer and cry.
When I’m hurt or sick, you look away,
And wait ’round for me to die.
You’ve never asked me about myself.
Years, and I’m still the outcast.
You’d rather make up lies and spread them,
Then to get the truth at last.
You’ve stolen from me… Gave me silence.
Ignored, screamed, and called me names.
You’ve never cared how much pain you cause,
And replay those same mind-games.
You know I have no family to care.
There’s a target on my back.
No one will stand up in my defense.
Orphans are soft to attack.
I wonder if you’ll ever fathom,
The use of introspection.
I doubt it, for as it has been said,
Monsters will not stare at their own reflection,..
It scares them too much.
K. Aldaya, 5/19/19
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 