Quiet Rage

Screaming Silence

By V. Martin

You know what you did

 leaving me with no one to trust

Apart of you hid

The truth, you feel you must

Be drastic and stop our use of

Plastic it is killing everything

Soon we will all choke

Forget your stupid power stroke

Engines. Maybe we should get 

Creative think outside the set

Not all comes together

No matter the weather

Ha! That rhymes 

Mother fucker and 

Sucker

Together love is forever

But never do I want to be bored

Even if it means my apples

Are never cored

It is in the movement

Not in the pose

So get your nose 

Out of my crotch

You Lume bitch

I left my pussy

With my tushy

So suck it 

Don’t lick it 

Definitely don’t shit

On my parade

Or promenade 

All you Bridgetons

Mother, daughter, father and son

If only my life was like…

Anyone else’s but my own

Then maybe I could atone

But as it is, I have asked for forgiveness 

Not permission it is easier that way

Not everyone wants me to succeed

They would rather I smoke some weed

War is war no matter the venue

Food is food no matter the menu

Forward is the only way if we want to continue 

But distract me all you dare

My ideas I will no longer share

It unless it directly assists me in my quest

I am ready to pass every test

Unless you stand in my way

I hope you won’t unless you pay

In every way possible because you 

Have already costs me enough

You I cannot trust

 

 

 

Together

Apart

By V. Martin

Believe me when I tell that I am not competing with anyone but myself.  There is no level playing field for me to compete on so I gave up long ago on being as good as everyone else.  That doesn’t mean that I stop trying to be the best person I can. As long as I am learning and growing I am proud of how far I have come.  This is not a mean or vindictive attitude but an honest and necessary one.  You see without family or friends you have to get creative and maybe even stretch the truth a bit, to yourself, in order to keep going.  

Moving

 Maybe our planet wasn’t meant to be stationary

ByV. Martin

Like us our planet needs to move to stay alive however I want to take it a step further. All the planets out there look pretty dead but ours could it be ours was the last to stay in place? Considering how short life stays alive it is a possibility and we have no record of it. What if our planet is dying because it needs to move to stay healthy? It is no longer viable for us to stay where we are and evacuating the planet is not possible and maybe moving the whole damn thing isn’t either but if we don’t try we may all die. 

Another option is to return it to its natural state, like getting rid of all the damns or at least lower their levels. It may sound extreme but so is what’s going on climate wise.

Maybe I just had too much to drink.

InMyExperience

 We Have It All Wrong

   By Vonia Martin

         For most people it is hard to imagine having to choose between committing crimes or becoming a drug addict. Yes doing drugs is against the law but one the user inflicts on themself not others.  When most of society has turned its back on you where do you turn? To whom ever will take you in; criminals.

The only way they will let you in their world is if they can trust you and they only trust other criminals. The only way to be a criminal but not commit crimes against others is to do drugs. I know it sounds kinda crazy but survival is the key so without even really thinking about it you do what you have to. It may not make sense to the sober mind but the altered one gets it. It’s like you have to sacrifice yourself to save yourself. Not everyone in the foster care system does drugs but I can understand why if they do. When you end up on the street, if you age out or run away, you are faced with some confusing decisions to make.

No one wants you except to use you for whatever they think you are good for; sex, drug running or dealing, violence, thief, human trafficking, or worse. None of which you want to do so you act so stupid and happily confused all you’re good for is doing drugs and having sex. Which mostly hurts you because everyone else has forsaken you for no other reason then the potential you might hurt them because that’s what foster kids do. All you have to do is look at the statistics to know they are just criminals in the making. The reason people believe this is because the average foster kid is conditioned to take the blame for everything, even shit they didn’t do, mostly shit they didn’t do. It maybe hard to imagine, for most people, being in a situation that false confessions are expected of you then used against you like they are real. You are told that you are doing the right thing the only thing that gives you any value at all. Cops love foster kids because they confess to what ever they want so they can close the cases where they or someone they know actually committed the crime. Some criminals use foster kids the same way because they can. Once the case is closed they are in the clear for that crime. It’s too easy to get these kids to falsely confess because they have nothing and are going no where so it gives them something to almost feel proud of. Society has never done anything for them so leaving criminals on the street because they took the fall doesn’t bother them too much. At least in prison they are safe and off the street, they get three meals, a bed, a roof over their head and can stay sober. Most other inmates leave you alone because you never get a visitor, letter, or phone call, no one puts money on your books.

Your life expectancy is way shorter then everyone else’s because you get an automatic DNR without asking you because no loved ones to say any different. Most of the deaths are deemed suicide wether it really was or not because no one cares how you really died. I mean, why wouldn’t you kill yourself when you have no reason to live? You are a scape goat for the worst of us and no one cares that you are innocent because no one cares wether you live or die. Through out you life people have tried to get you to do potentially hazardous things, some even deadly, which makes survival even harder. Over the years, you couldn’t help but developed a sixth sense about these harmful people and the situations they tried to put you in so you wouldn’t survive.   Then there is life itself seems to want you here because you keep surviving even when you don’t want to.