Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry

You'll figure it out.

Temporary

If I'm not fought for, 
then I know I'm just a moment.  

A moment in your life 
when you needed someone 
and I was there.   

A phase...  

A chapter...  

A temporary filler 
for whatever hole 
you couldn't manage 
to fill yourself.  

Used, released, and left to question 
everything I must have done wrong. 



Originally posted 12/14/22
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Selfish

My thoughts may be selfish to you, 
but they are mine. 

I refuse to be sift and sort 
through my beliefs and ideas 
to please sensitive ears. 
I forbid myself from following 
societies standards that shame 
those who speak without fear. 

My words are neither 
cruel nor vicious, 
they aren't meant to coddle 
the already oppressed. 
Yes my tongue lacks 
the desired censorship, 
but those desires I detest. 

So judge me, 
ridicule me, 
think me to be outlandish. 

My voice is meant to be heard,  
only my silence would be selfish.
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