Do you hear me when I speak?
Or must I wait till I am weak?
My words are ignored, deemed insane.
Ignored by those who bring me pain.
Judgment rains down, big and strong.
I wonder where I do belong.
Numbness takes hold, I just want my mom, but I’m attacked by those who claim to care for me.
They show their caring and pride on social media, is it for me or just for thee?
You cross the street, you pretend I’m not there.
You see me as a criminal’s glare.
My language may not be refined,
So teach me, be kind.
I want my mom.
I want to feel secure.
I want to be loved.
Don’t attack me for what I’m not sure.
You see me as a servant, you’re so blind.
I’m a daughter, a son, a mother, a father, a kind.
You blast me online, without a why, for mistakes, you think I made, but never asked, “Why?”
And when I’m gone, your compassion shines.
Your posts of mourning, so kind.
But when I’m living, you turn away,
My suffering ignored, every day.
Do I need to be gone, to be heard?
To have your compassion, to show I’m worth?
I can’t breathe.
I’m a human being, just like you, please!
When I’m gone, you’ll post and pray,
But please celebrate me, in life, today.
Don’t wait until I’m out of sight,
to show that you can do what’s right.
Let me know you’re in the know,
and ready to act, ready to go.
If there’s something that needs to be done,
don’t wait until the setting sun.
Take action now, don’t be afraid,
show that you care, don’t let it fade.
– Edna Freeman