being forgotten about ....

Hands that look  guilty
a voice that says all the wrong things
I wonder what these hands have done
I wonder what the voice has said
I wonder about the detail, about the sstrength, the weakness, a random woman that i read about , all over here , and shes all over there, somewhere , locked up in both prison of humanity and mind

I wonder about the muscles that worked and the nailbed that is normal and the ligaments that are not torn and the skin that is not blistered

i wonder about the inside that is tormented and the significance of a crime ... by seemingly perfect hands

all looks well on the outside
all is burned in the inside

my voice

is ecstatic
it is powerful but poignant
it is strong but remorseful
it is seemingly perfect but it is burning in the inside

like hot coal i scream all my feelings
the funny thing is non one gets burnt but me
scorched with deprived understanding by others
and with their silence they make me learn
with their departure the make me think
with their anger at my heat they make me realise
that although I am sad, I am suprised
with their lack of care at my humanity ...i suppose
for i am human
and i am good
and I deserve good things 

and i am bad
sometimes
but I dont deserve to lose humanity
I find it funny until it hurts, that the one that should lose humanity is just fine
and yet I, the one with all the good connectiions, happy memories, kind memories, kind things ,,,, lose the humanity i shared
Im not sure if i deserve that now
clearly some think so
but i dont think so
for they dont even want to hear me, see me, think about me, or even care

I think i deserve a lesson
maybe a few
but I dont deserve loss
and i certainly dont deserve loss of respect
and i certainly certainly certainly dont deserve to be evil
for i am not ... evil

but then again, 1 rotten apple is all it takes to ruin the whole thin

but i am more good than bad
and i stamp that
with all important stamps in the world
for i dont need someone to remind me
that i am worth loving
and i dont need to remind someone that i am worth thinking of
or I am worth understanding
and even forgiven and that my sins although wrong, are not creative
for with all my badness
i apologised for my actions
but now there is no action but being taken to jail

and being forgotten about

but i refuse
to be forgotten about
particularly by myself
i refuse to be taken aback by my own fears
i refuse to reach a day i do not plan, i do no achieve , i do not relax with success, i do not understand, i do not ask for a better me, i do not become a better person


the ony mistake that i do commit
is being far away from Allah
the beautiful
the kind
the forgiving
the peacefull
yes all the peace i need