Battle Cry

{This... Was supposed to be something for the big tests I have next week, but this works too, I guess. xD}

Shout out to the heavens.
Let your voice echo in the darkness.
Pour your soul in to your powerful cry.
Don't let others get you down.
Can you hear my roar?

Don't pay attention to others or to
The latest trends in fashion.
Instead, be yourself - Don't hold back.
Drown out the mindless chatter in your life,
And focus all your attention to doing your best.

Never mind the others who don't think the same way you do.
Think of that as your own individuality,
Being so different you're unable to be read.
Don't ever try to hide your roar from others,
Else you won't be able to truly be "yourself".
Instead of being too shy and meek to ever
Voice out your opinion, regardless of whether others like it or not,
Be a powerful lion, the king of the jungle,
And let others hear your powerful roar.

Shaken

{Honestly, the title was an autocorrect I got when I typed this out; I just typed random letters. xDD. This morning (or Saturday?) I had a dream that involved my father. In that dream, I seemed to be around 9 years old, and my father was there talking to me. Although everything was in mute, it still seemed like a nice talk with him. During the time I had with him in the dream, he had to pull my hair away to my right shoulder, decided to braid it, then left soon after. After such a long time without seeing him moving, I guess it could be counted as a good dream.}

A time when I was years younger,
Where you were healthier, stronger than before.
You and I talked about nothing.
It was a pleasant conversation,
One with smiles and laughs.
Suddenly, you took my hair, bringing it to the side,
Finally saying, "Why not?" in your usual tone.
Braiding my hair, you finished,
Leaving a messy side braid as a result.
Giving me one last smile, saying
One last thing, you got up from your crouch
And walked straight behind me, leaving me behind.
Even though I wanted to follow you,
Even though I tried my best to stand up,
I couldn't move. I was frozen in place.
Instead of following you and telling
You to take me with you, I sat there,
Crying for you to come back and pick me up.
Opening my eyes, I awoke from that dream,
Only to find my eyes wet with tears.
I smiled.

Fairy Tales

A beautiful princess or peasant
That lives with a stepmother that abhors her,
Who ends up falling in love with the prince
Of the country or palace.
At some point in their life,
Every girl dreams of being in the princess' footsteps.
But is it really the right place to be in?

Perseverance

{When I was in fourth (?) grade, my language arts teacher had thought that my favorite word was "perseverance", and well, the word has stuck with me through the years. : )}

I will persevere towards it.
No matter how difficult it gets,
I will make it.

Even if others say that I have no talent,
Or if I'm put down by my own family,
I won't take their remarks to mind,
Instead, I'll take it as if I'm
Doing the right thing for me, and
Not for them.

Will I ever reach that dream?
Or will it all shatter in an instant?
What ever happens, I will
Keep on pushing through them,
Finding a crack in the walls that hold me back.

Now that I've found something that I like,
I won't ever let go of it.

Zoo/Museum Animals

Pitiful creatures.
Gawked at each day, watched every second.
Unable to roam free in the wild,
Not being able to hunt for their own food.
With that, they are unable to
Find their own independence.
But without them,
Families wouldn't be able to
Get together and have fun.
But... Is our enjoyment
Worth the freedom of the animals?

A Child's Ignorance

They may be young
And not as smart as we would like,
But they are still able
To perceive the feeling of danger
Or when something is wrong.
Even though I have experienced this,
Why did I forget?

Although their ability to understand
The language is flawed
Due to the faults of the parents,
A child is still capable of
Understanding the tones and the hard language
The speaker uses.
Growing up in an environment filled
With insults of all kinds,
I knew that it hurts to hear the words.
So why did I blatantly
Insult the child, disregarding their feelings?
There is only myself to blame.

Protection

A child isn't ignorant of bad news or

A dying relative.

As mush as you like

To keep the child in the dark about that, 

The truth comes out.

And when it does

The news coming from others and not

The one who "protects" the child

Hurts the child more.

It causes trust issues,

And the feeling of not being able

To depend on

The protector at all.

No  matter how much you try,

Protecting the child from horrendous news

Is something that

Is done in vain.