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Im supposed to be free right, this is what they say freedoms feels like
But this doesn't feel right.
Still have to watch my back for crooked white men in blue uniforms with
Maybe I don't have much to write about,
inside my life and me,
I am typical, with standard living,
and a divorced family.
Yes, I probably am very guessable,
That white girl down the street.
Am I the wrong woman because my hair is not silky or smooth?
Am I not the one for him because he can't tell me what to do?
Am I not the one he chooses because Im not from a foreign place?
My pen tends to be my best friend because it does what I say
No matter what, no need to portray something fake and write what I didn't.
Get it?
My hand writes faster than 20 hummingbirds so watch closely
Eyes wide open
Tears on faces
Flames in the sky
This one day changed lives
Down two towers went
In the blink of an eye
Who could forget
The horrid day
Many lives lost
i walked into the room feeling my heart beat through my chest
i held my metal bat with the tightest grip
Tears were running like faucet water down my cheeks
Every tear scorched
I fall deep stand up and i cant see
life is black but bittersweet
im young so not taking too seriously
So i stand there in the pitch black atmosphere
Lost and in prodigy
feeling the need of physcology
