3 Things I Know Are True

3 Things I Know Are True

A Poem by Justice Smith
"

Something I wrote for school.

"
One
In this world there is hate.
It's why we debate,
and fight
all day and night.
It's like we fight to survive
while others sit there,
watching us,
and they thrive.
It's a dog eat dog world, 
and sometimes
you can't see through all the fog,
and you choke on the smoke
of the big title
that's telling us a tidal
wave of lies.
And we don't  know the truth.

Two
We discriminate
against that which we love,
and that which we hate.
We discriminate against one another,
someone's friend,
somebody's brother,
somebody's sister,
against the emo girl
or the f*g
or the one kid that just didn't fit in quite right.
Not knowing that what you said
keeps them up at night.
Through the scars and the tears
through those words and our fears.
We're all freaks in our own way
we just divide by those who chastise
and tell lies
to make themselves feel better,
and those who try to
heal broken hearts
and shattered dreams
with hands that hide all they've seen.
Because we know they're keen
on what happens and what goes on.
We just hope
they think it's all a con.
'Cause it's easier healing others pain
than sharing ours.

Three
Society is something that we make.
But all too often,
we make the mistake,
of using it to define us,
and not something to refine us.
And brother, 
I know how words hurt,
and lies hurt more.
And when you were down,
I was there at your door.
Telling you to get up 
because you're not done.
And when you cried over your scars,
and fears,
and lies that over all those years
you started to believe.
I sat with you,
brushed off your tears,
and I cried too.
Because this world
is what we make it.
And what people don't understand,
is that to get help,
you just have to say that you need a hand.
And instead of truth,
and love,
we fill it with lies,
and we swear to the sky above
that we will bring change.
But we're too scared to do
what needs to be done.
And as a result,
a girl sits at night,
without a single light,
because she doesn't see
what she's about to do.
And as she starts to cry,
she grabs the pills that take away the pain,
because she wants to gain
peace
and quite
from the lies outside.
But she takes a few too many
as she pours them into her mouth.
And as she does so,
she thinks how life would be better,
if things could change.
Because in the society
she grew up in,
it was OK
to pick on the kid who had nobody
to go home to at night.
And how it was OK
to fight that queer because
he grew up with two dads
and no mom.
And as she lies there dying,
she stops crying.
Because she thinks nobody will care.
And as she says her last goodbyes,
I just wish that she
could see our world
through my eyes.

© 2013 Justice Smith


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TLK
" that's telling us a tidle" -- erroneous space at the beginning and also typo.

I like how you sum up the odd-bods in Two with "or the one kid that just didn't fit in quite right." That is perfect placed -- if said before, it would dull the impact; at the end it skews what has come before and shows me the similarities between all outsiders.

First fives lines of Three are excellent. They would make an excellent epigram on their own.

Feminist nitpick: you use the word 'brother' twice, but never sister. I feel this poem would hit its purpose even better if it was equanimous in its addressing of the audience.

The last three lines are chillingly plaintive. I feel like I have really gone somewhere reading this poem -- from acceptable statements of fact to how, if they were applied, they could radically change someone's existence.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Justice Smith

11 Years Ago

the space is from when i was just carelessly adjusting it. I'm not too good with some words. i agree.. read more


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TLK
" that's telling us a tidle" -- erroneous space at the beginning and also typo.

I like how you sum up the odd-bods in Two with "or the one kid that just didn't fit in quite right." That is perfect placed -- if said before, it would dull the impact; at the end it skews what has come before and shows me the similarities between all outsiders.

First fives lines of Three are excellent. They would make an excellent epigram on their own.

Feminist nitpick: you use the word 'brother' twice, but never sister. I feel this poem would hit its purpose even better if it was equanimous in its addressing of the audience.

The last three lines are chillingly plaintive. I feel like I have really gone somewhere reading this poem -- from acceptable statements of fact to how, if they were applied, they could radically change someone's existence.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Justice Smith

11 Years Ago

the space is from when i was just carelessly adjusting it. I'm not too good with some words. i agree.. read more

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