July 2020 Poem: Quiet Violence

Rooms
Kept well
In quiet
A blessed country 
Full of gold treasure
My father longs to earn
Their new world is my same old
A long to be one and fit in
Pressure grows higher than the mountains
With music, sports, grades, chores, and Sunday school
Everyone says "be better like her" 
Always compared to other girls
A not passionate winner
Suffering in silence
Less light inside me
Quiet Violence
Longing for
The same
Life