My Space Station
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Now I wanna tell you a true story, cross my heart hope to die, true story. My family put me into a mental hospital for 9 days because they thought I was acting different. But I just learned to express myself and my my mind is a rollercoaster. And I love it, found why I love myself and not why I hate myself. But anyways. We were in art therapy around the 6th day. And this is real symbolism and irony I swear God has a CLOSE eye on me. This girl Elana (eh lah na) she was a bitch.
And this girl elana (ee lay na). And eh lah na walks in and say to ee lay na: "what you’re jealous cus you’re a fat bitch and I’m thinner than you? And you’re an ugly bitch and I’m prettier than you?" And I said yo relax, after the class I gave her a hug and said she’s crazy it’s a mental hospital. You can’t make this shit up: the next morning someone threw hot tea all over her. I got the real psyche ward experience. Anyways the day I got discharged, I wrote this for Ee lay nah.
Told her not to open it until I left,
And to use it as encouragement when you meet people like E lah na.
Sticks and stones are physical objects
They can be used as a blunt weapon
But a lack of encouragement can lead to neglect
Which can lead to self harm and bad places we step into
It’s demeaning and undermining, it’s a spell unseen
Serpent like wave function, words can be deceitful and unclean
To call somebody fat and ugly isn’t just mean
It’s to hijack their confidence, and stagger their dreams
I need you to understand that I love you, even if you can’t believe it
I plant my love seed, and I let you conceive it
Know that I have been on the receiving end of both of em’
Of love and of hate, naturally filtered through me
Because I’ve learned to say em’
“If you think you are more beautiful than me that’s okay weirdo, put on something nice, lay down a mirror, and draw a beard-o”
Don’t ever let anyone tell you who you are, what you need, and if you are worthy
Say; “I believe in me, and only me, thee, creator of my life, and of my imagination
I am not a hypocrite, I am in total control of my time, and of my space”
So I keep my words on a leash, inside my Space Station
Copyright © Robert Martines | Year Posted 2025
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