![]() Prostituting AngerA Poem by Melody![]() Please read.![]()
With anger in certain people
the person should be told instead of desperation being forged into prostitution of words over social media. No person wants embarrassment, we harass each other, but not enjoying being the receiving end. A war is not just political,racial, or religion accused. We can write speeches to represent, but never holding true forms of words of which we can actually speak, we hold fright from our thoughts and try to grasp it to be incognito in our hearts. With scopes being focused and grenades being thrown in far distances, our vocabulary is being thrashed but also smashed. I'm not saying that I'm not afraid, but I'm far from cowering in corners. Instead I'm aiming my eyes ahead and keeping my heart and my mind steady. There is no meaning for me if I am not standing straight, but lacking will to live. Without words I have no will; I'm a person who lives and feeds off what others say and do. I'm not saying I'm a person who does not cry, I am a rock; tough. I am a weapon; I can kill, but I can also break. We say we muster up courage and strength to commit love to one another, but in all thought, we should be bringing up more strength in order to live. So stop prostituting anger and approach people, just like a soldier approaches the battlefield.
© 2013 MelodyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 13, 2013 Last Updated on August 17, 2013 Author![]() MelodyTXAboutMy name is Melanie. Not the best name. Not the worst. I am a person. Not the best. Not the worst. I am Melanie. more..Writing
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