This "Self-Defence" Shouldn't Be Justified

Another shooting

Another "accident"

How many members of our youth are going to be murdered before something is done about our legal system?

Since when are police officers allowed to murder children on the basis of race?

"He, uh, looked at me, so i naturally, needed to shoot him. It was self defence"

Explain to me how shooting a child seventeen times is still "self defence"

Our legal system is racist

And our youth lives in fear

Cannot go to a convenience store without the terror of losing your life

Please, please

They don't mean any harm

They have friends and family too

And some just want to get an Arizona sweet tea or a sandwich

Without being shot by some racist, white, bastard

And maybe this poem doesn't express how angry I truly am

But I'm pissed

There is no reason why America's black youth should have to be afraid to go to a fucking convenience store

White children aren't

Then again, white men are the bringer of evil

We Kissed a lot and I Thought You Loved Me but I Don't Really Think So Much Anymore Anyway Here's a Poem for You About How Things Have Changed

Heaven is a place on earth with you

It is

It really is

And when we spent a night together talking about our pasts and how much we missed each other and kissing the most unbelievably wonderful kisses

I knew I loved you

A true, whole-hearted love

I love you

I really do

But when we returned to our normal routines

You showed a side full of insincerity

You didn't tell me you loved me like you did that night

I don't believe you love me back

I really don't

And while heaven is still a place on earth

It can't always be with you

Because most nights you made me cry

You really did

And a love shouldn't cry from sorrow

It really shouldn't

I Haven't Been Able to Title My Poems Since I Met You

I remember seeing you in the hallways and wishing to only be friends with you

Never did I imagine that I'd hold you in my arms and kiss your lips and call you mine

Only to have you leave my life as quickly as you had become a part of it

And I was the one that asked you to go

On the first day of gym class the teacher called me "Sheila" instead of Sarah

And from across the room you laughed

Even though we hadn't spoken to each other all summer

And for some reason that moment triggered a feeling inside of me to talk to you

But I didn't

Later that day my friend was worried about her crush texting first

"If he texts first, that means he likes you," I assured her

And as I was waiting for the days to pass

You text me first

"Hey, do you still have my school i.d. from last year?"

"No, sorry."

I threw it out a week after we broke up. I couldn't stand having your picture on my dresser any longer.

But for some reason you didn't mind, and you continued to message me

For hours

And hours

And hours

I got few hours of sleep that night, because I had spent most of it rekindling a spark I once had with you

But I need to remind myself of how much you wanted to violate my sexuality 

Because you thought I was so beautiful

And you pleaded that couples always did that

But I didn't want to give you my body just because you asked for it

I need to remind myself that even at 3 a.m. when I was in tears from a panic attack

You did the most cliché, straight, white boy thing and asked what would happen if you were there.

I don't miss being exploited like that

I miss having someone to kiss goodbye each afternoon

And someone to hold my hand when I was feeling lonely

And someone to constantly remind me that I am loved

And as much as I miss holding you and kissing your lips and calling you mine

I don't miss the daily arguments I had with my mother because of you

I don't miss how uncomfortable I felt every time you pleaded for me to please you

I don't miss the pain that it was to love you

And now, that we've rekindled and fallen in love again

You keep making me feel worse and worse

And even before I loved you

People warned me that you were an asshole

I never wanted to believe them

But now I see that they were right

You really are a fucking asshole

Bad Things/Good People

Why do bad things happen to good people

And vise versa

I never understood

Why good people

Deserved such pain in their lives

Was it to distinguish the good from the bad?

Was it to allow them to realise how cold and cruel the world really is?

Was it to test their faith in a god?

Or was it simply

To teach a life lesson?

Not a Word

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

Of course I won't, silly girl

I'm here to help you

Not hurt you

After all, I'm on the same road to recovery, too

Trash (A Haiku)

Trash trash trash trash trash

I am very stupid trash

Trash trash trash trash trash

Infinite

Sometimes

I feel that I could take on the world

That I am headstrong

That I am confident

Inevitable

Infinite

But then other times

I feel worthless 

And alone

I wish that I could become smaller

Minuscule 

Minute

And I think that I am no longer strong

I am weak

But I continue to wish

That I was 

Infinite

Thoughts of You

The scent of you still lingered on my lips

Nearly three hours after our first kiss

The smile never escaped my lips

I continued to think of you

My hands shook

My stomach dropped

My knees were weak

I could only think of you

Tainted

As children

We chanted

"Sticks and stones

May break my bones

But words will

Never hurt me."

But as we got older

We realised

That the more harsh words became

The weaker we became

And as humans

We are taught love

From an early age

But we are also taught anger

And fear

And words that were once kind

Are now

Forever tainted

And now we realise

The sticks and stones

May break our bones

But words will eventually

Kill us

Introduction

Hey, I'm Sarah.

And this is just a dumb blog for me to spill out some lame poetry, I guess.

Enjoy.