Brought down to this despair, by unknowing careless tongues
I'll take it all, if it means I won't feel his blackness in my lungs.
Human. I am human and worth something, to myself I say...
You are trash. Mockery. His laugh - Oh, reminders here this day.
Human. He was human. Sometimes deeply, then not at all....
To my broken self I promised, I'd never make another crawl.
Unexpected kindnesses, at times the only saving light of my life...
Could I be that to another, and not use my words as knives.
Could my actions speak more softly to a soul cruel and hard,
And perhaps impart some beauty to a picture that's been marred.
Do unto others- I wish not what's been done to me....
And it's ok if you can't understand my need for humanity.
