Tears in the ocean

"> Butterflies are in the garden, and fluttering their wings so effortlessly. The sound of birds chirping soothes my ears. But, there is one thing that breaks my heart internally, and is hard to repair, your content negative vibes that you bring to yourself. As you keep pointing your finger at the wrong person, trying to find fault in every little thing. This heart has chosen not to give you affection because for many years, I have truly began to see who you truly turn out to become. It makes me wanna "Scream and shout" and let it all out. Like, Will.I.A.M and Britney Spears. As this soul continue on with life, I will always make sure to carry every tear that, I cry in to the ocean. Yes, I will continue to shed tears through my journey in this so-called-life. While barely not everyone gets to see this part of me because I am hiding it deep down inside, trying to keep going on with this life. But, the moment someone tells me, how to feel and stop shedding these tears, does not make my situation any better. If you never felt my pain, you can not tell me how to feel. These tears are internal band-aids to the soul. Therefore, telling me not to shed tears is like, leaving an open wound, for more germs to grow. I will continue to cry because that's the only way my insides can truly heal. As I will collect every tear drop and carry them out in to the ocean. So, Please do not tell me how I should deal with pain. I am human and my tears are my rain. Work Cited Page Will.I.A.M featuring Britney Spears. "Scream and Shout". Willpower. 2013. Poet last word: When writing this poem, or any other poems. I write when words just come to me. As anyone can relate to this poem. So, when I use the word "I" I am not directing this towards myself, it's to whomever can relate to this or any other poem.

P.S.A Complete

I feel like I need to make a public service announcement to the world, and if I don’t, my head will fully explode. This world is lying silently still on this word that I am about to spill. I may walk, I may crawl, or I may not have any limbs at all. Are you completely confused? If you are, don’t because I am about to shout it out to the world. Disability!

I am back yet again with another Public Service Announcement for the world to absorb about disability. You must have been in total shock when I first posted P.S.A because it has reached a hundred and thirty views on the very first day, and only six views on Poetry Garden at the blog spot, giving it a total of a hundred and thirty-six views. I want to tell you that I don’t take this situation lightly because I find this quite a serious condition, and my head will continually hurt until it’s finally addressed. I, however, would give all my gratitude to those who stand up for disabled bodies. For those who still want to stay close-minded, I really want to scream at the top of my lungs. What does it have to take for you to even get the picture? Come walk a day, or two, in my shoes, or even in someone else's. All it takes is a full life experience for some to really grasp, and for others, I want to say, "straight ignorance," because they truly do not want to learn, or they have a lot to learn. So, to fully understand how we live our lives daily, you need to come and see.

If I were to stand with crutches or sit in a wheelchair, do not judge me because of my mobility. That’s just how I am. Now, if I have a communication device and my voice sounds a bit out of the norm to you, do not judge me because that’s how I speak and etc. I really do not need to stress this out any longer. People will continue to keep this word underground if no one ever speaks out about it. Therefore, plenty of other people, like me, with disabilities, are standing up. Now take a look back at the very first P.S.A. and recite it all the way through. Leave out the end. Peace I am out of here.

You will begin to see a connection. This is my first poem with an extension. You may think I am on a ranting spree. If you look at this from a different perspective, you will understand my poetry.

This is where I’ll close and say: Peace, I am Out Of Here!

P.S.A Extended

I am back yet again with another Public Service Announcement, about Disability. You must have been in total shock, when I first posted P.S.A because it has reached a hundred and thirty views, on the very first day, and Thus, a hundred and thirty-six views.   

 I want to tell you that I don’t take this situation lightly. I find this to be quite a serious condition, and my head will continue to hurt, until it’s finally addressed.

  

 

  I however, would give all my gratitude to those who stand up for Disabled bodies. And for those who still want to stay closed minded, I really want to scream at the top of my lungs at you. What does it take to get the picture? Come walk a day, or two in my shoes, or even in someone another? All it takes is a full life experience for some to really grasp, I just want to say, You have come at me in ignorance and  truly do not want to learn or have a lot to learn.

  So, to fully understand how we live our lives daily, you need to come and see. If I was standing with crutches or seating in a wheelchair, do not judge me because of my mobility, that's just how I am. If I have a communication device and my voice sounds a bit out of norm to you, do not judge me because that's how I speak.

  I really do not need to say this out any longer, but people will continue to keep the word Disability, if no one ever speaks out about it. So therefore, I and plenty of other people with disabilities are standing up. Now take a look back at the very first P.S.A, and recite it all the way through, leaving out the end, Peace I am out of here. You will begin to see a connection. As this is my first poem with an extension.

  You may think, I am on a rant spree, but, if you look at this from a different perspective, you would understand my poetry. Now this is where I can finally close and say: Peace I am Out of here.

                                                              

                     Got any questions?

Poet last words:

I am truly honored to bring you this extended version, of my other poem called P.S.A. Yes! when writing P.S.A, Words were just flowing like the wind in my head, and when that happens, I need to have a pen, or Pencil in hand and why of course paper to. So, that's how poetry comes to me. I want you all to know that, there will be a full version of P.S.A coming soon. I hope that you continue to like my art as it comes to me. Thank so much for your time.

P. S. A

I feel like I need to make a public service announcement to the world,

and if I don’t,

my head will fully explode.

I may walk, I may crawl and I may not have any limbs at all.

Are you completely confused?

If you are, don’t be

because

I am about to shout  it out....                                                    

DISABILITY!

I can almost see your face,

as some of you are frowning with disgrace.

Wanting to turn your back away

because you feel like it’s a contractible disease.

Straight up ignorance, if I may say!

Now if I tell you that,

I have a low tolerance for ignorance.

Would you still act like an ass?

Or reevaluate the way you see this word.

I would hope that you reevaluate…

but I truly can’t make that decision for you.

Let me turn your head just a little bit.

Don’t worry it won’t hurt, and it will still be on topic.

What if I told you that I am an advocate, and left you with that.

You might be confused and wonder

What kind of advocate?

Let me just tell you this…

A lot of people, who are advocating for others,

are dealing with the same thing themselves.

So, if I say to you that I am a disability advocate…

You might be shocked and wonder what my disability is?

Go right ahead and ask,

I will be glad to tell you.

But, I hope once I tell you,

you will walk away feeling proud

because you have let go of, that ignorance

and fully opened your mind and ears.

People who have disabilities expect to be treated the same as everyone else.

They don’t ask for very much but your respect.

And if they ask for accommodations,

it is because they need it so they can fit in with everyone else.

So, whether they have an invisible disability, the ones you cannot see,

or a physical disability, the ones you can see…

Don’t Judge them

because labels are for cans!

Educate yourself by asking questions. 

                                                                

                                                               Peace I am out of here!

Poetry Garden Corner:
This poem is dedicated to all people who live with disabilities because I can relate to how every person feels. Yes this is a poem that I wrote myself, and I just let the words come to me as my hands did the writing. Therefore, I hope you all enjoy this poem.