I can not blame my mother,
For she is merely human;
And I can not blame my father,
For he is but a man.
I can not blame the sun,
For being unable to sleep;
And I can not blame the moon,
Which stays distant while I weep.
I can not blame the planet,
For teeming with endless life;
And I can not blame the seasons,
For my sorrow and strife.
I can not blame the world,
Or the criminals which infest.
I can not blame our species,
For not always being best.
I can not blame anyone,
For being the way I am.
I am not what they think I am.
I’m nothing but a sham!
I can not blame the ‘verse,
For the frigid and remote views,
From my spot down here on Earth;
To apperceive and peruse.
I can not blame my body;
It’s as human as can be.
I can only blame what doesn’t work,
And what doesn’t work, is me.
K. Aldaya, 12/11/19
Picture: By Andrew Le on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/uggEzuTP7Xk
I know there is no middle ground.
Once something hidden is found,
It can not go and hide again;
And if some things aren’t tolerable then…
Not being honest means being accepted,
And being honest means being rejected.
Now it’s too late, and I’m riddled with fear.
Will I lose all that I hold dear?
I used to have nothing to lose.
Now I feel that I must choose:
Be selfish and hurt those I love,
Or be selfless and never rise above…
The pain.
Everything I touch, I stain.
K. Aldaya, 10/9/19
Picture: By Ian Espinosa on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/oXo6IvDnkqc
She doesn’t want to ride this ride.
She’s not the right height,
Though no one seems to notice,
That none of this is right.
“Sit down and hold on tight.”
She doesn’t want to ride this ride.
She flies from her seat.
No belt or bar’s safe enough,
To keep her on her feet.
*Claps* “What a lovely treat!”
She doesn’t want to ride this ride.
She’s not the right age.
Her hands, they begin to slip…
Suffering is the wage,
For not fitting the gauge.
She doesn’t want to ride this ride.
She is unable,
To ride without being hurt.
Don’t assign her a table.
She’s more than a label.
She doesn’t want to ride this ride.
She’s not the right height,
And though no one understands,
That this danger’s not trite.
Risking lives should never be alright,…
In the rush to fill seats, and go…
On with your own.
K. Aldaya, 9/15/19
Picture: By: Annie at Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/DurGX0B94mg
“Shhh, you are speaking too loud!”
They say to me: “Hide in the crowd”.
“Oh, for shame, for shame, for shame.
You should not speak or say it’s name.”
They’ll tell you the criminal’s to blame,
Though talking about it is always your shame.
Hide the pain…move on…let go.
The hurt smile better than they’ll ever know.
Talk, but do not talk too much.
Lie to yourself and others, as such…
‘Cause of shame…
…for shame….
……What shame!
The jungles are savage,
Yet they want you tame!
Shhh…Shhh…
……Speak not it’s name.
K. Aldaya, 7/22/19
Picture: By: Kristina Flour on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/BcjdbyKWquw
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 