If a tree falls in a forest, does anybody hear it?
If a girl cries out in agony at school, does anyone hear her?
Does anybody see the smoke blaze out of my ears
Or hear the crack and sizzle I always think about?
Fire, Fire, Fire
Thats all I think
I just want to be in a fire and melt into Hell
Because I dont want to go out falling
Im always falling, like the cluts I am,
the curse that thats all I can recall the best in my entire life, the falling
The bycicles, the stairway, the slip of a wet puddle, the heart
Why don’t I just fall down some more stairs?
A woman falls when shes at her best
When shes in her favorite high heels, when shes at nationals at track,
ice skating championships
But I can do it all, I can fall all the time
I always do..
I dont get a bronze medal instead, or a hand to help me up, or a broken bladed shoe that proves I was there, I was on that ice, I tripped and fell but I was that
But just more bruises and cuts
And sometimes there are giggles in the back
Because I didnt get them from pushing it my hardest, or over achieving, or exceeding my limits of success
Because there will always be someone to push me over
They do not stand in front of me to catch
But behind me to push
If a girl burns alive, do you hear her?
If a girl reaches a hand to be lifted from the ground
Do you take her?
Or would you rather just watch her finish melting
She cannot get up
And maybe now she doesnt want to anymore
When a tree falls in the woods, you take her and harvest her for wood
When you come to look for my body
You can use the burnt overdone cooked meat, as charcoal for more fires
Or maybe instead of falling,
you can all watch me swim,
Swim into the ocean
Swim away from all of my hardwork
Swim away from the people who treat me like a third world citizen
Or everyone whos to full of hate
To busy shouting at each other to hear the things like trees, or lost children fall to the ground
Ill swim until my body is too tired, and I’ll drown again
That’ll be my last fall
Like the ones the world watches me do everyday
Sometimes I run away to the forest and scream
Looking at the lines of the trees,
Those circles that tell you how long they’ve been alive
And wonder how they do it
How is something that is always there for the world but taken for granted
able to stand so long
There is some super glue to fix that broken heel, bandages for the athlete star
But for my falls, all they have for people like me are drugs and medication, that don’t even make you better
Im not going back to class today
I think maybe I can crawl in the locker and disappear I have this school planner im writing in and a bottle of juice to sustain
And I think, how many times do I need to get hurt to prove its not all in my head?
This poem means nothing right?
I’m not good enough to be heard unless I read this sounding like im gagging on my tears.
But I scream and cry out all the time
Why am I not good enough then?