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With tears unshed, and eyes open wide Days of class and work and normal blur by, But now I think I’m safe with eyes dried, Yet why do I always feel about to cry? This world is cruel, not one I trust as a friend That has not hurt my heart or mind,
How am I?How am I?I'm fine I'm fighting back rageAt a broken down system I'm crying in painFor accepted ignorance I'm screaming bloodFor everyday injustice
I'll never be "that" girl But l can be THIS girl Silk tresses will never swim on the small of my back Only coiled curls will dance freely on the nape of my neck
Many dream of popularity, riches, and wealth, but what they overlook is the guidance to the right of your shelf. Act like this, act like that, and be who you see, but life isn't all about being who you perceive.
Like the rain flows freely. Poetry does to the soul. Speaking legions of stories in just a poem. As everything begins to unfold. The sun may come; The day may end.
Change. the idea thrills us the thought of it happening scares us the results would amaze us but the work load loses us. change a life change a friend change your clothes change
I've been asleep. I never knew why i liked poems i never really did like'em they are just free words most of the time absurd absurd freee words
oh This Morning I felt it felt it coming Either good or bad.. I couldn't tell if I'd be mad but that fell If it falls, it breaks thats the risk