Savage

They called me a savage, because I couldn't understand what they spoke.

They call me deranged, impaired because I was seemingly blind.

They called me names, that left marks on my skin.

Like paper and eraser those words can still be seen.

Maybe I am a savage, wild and uncontrolled.

Maybe I am deranged because I choose to turn a blind eye on written cruelties and hate that  pierces the skin.

I'm human, with emotions, expressions, flaws.

Everything that makes a system stands before me with iron walls.

Walls so tall and so cold that it seems impossible to cross.

No matter the wall, strong, sturdy, tall.

I will walk through it, climb it, melt it down.

Until the wall becomes a word.

And this word will be my sword.

Yes I'm a savage, someone who doesn't follow a system, a person who gets trapped and tangled in societies webs.

A person who people see as a nuisance.

But some won't have that image.

Some will see a pillar, a light, a path, a place for new opportunities.

And no, I'm not unique, I am person of many that fall through the cracks that society hides.

A person that people are ashamed of, speak contemptuously of.

But the people who are like me will be the new society that stands against old orders.

We are the innovators, creators, and artists that are beginning to emerge.

I can be savage, because to me that is a means of freedom.

There are no expectations of grandeur for me.

No stress that comes with achievements.

And that means I can do as I please, be it running barefoot on a street.

Or discovering new things because that is what savage is to me.

Living as I can and being so wild that I get strange stares or my peers parents telling their children.

"Be careful of that girl"

I love that feeling of exhilaration , that excitement when people see you and don't know how to place you.

Because of that "ness"

It can get lonely and painful.

And when you fall, it feels like a never ending pit that's closing in.

But that's when you learn, that not everyone will give a hand.

You have to reach for your own,

And dig and grab.

Until you reach the top.

Until you reach your dreams.

Because only until you've climbed will you see,

What you've been looking for.

And it's an overwhelming relief.

For a savage like me.

Reviews

[Edward kipkirui]

I give it 0.8....it's superb