2015 I Am

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an icy fine powderthat made you lamentthe days spent twistedwarpedunder the false ideologythat manliness is to beconfided in yourdead father.  
I am what you choose to see. The reflections of your actions, the words you speak. I am the light you let in, or the darkness you allow to consume thee. I am power and in control, 
Little specks of color drabble the city streets with life and brightness, carrying on, Going about themselves, moving like automatons, Wondering, laughing, mourning, smothering one another with affection, Smiling.
Please do not mind,I am one of a kind.I have my ways,I have my days.A young teen,so please do not be mean.Finding my way,hoping to stay.
People strive to be something different Society wants you to be different But in their own terms They want you to have a thin waist, A big butt, Perfect boobs, Flawless skin, Flat stomach.
I am a writer I am a musician I am an athlete I am many nouns But I am more than nouns I am tall I am compassionate I am hard to read I am many adjectives But I am more than adjectives
Sticky, pale fingers Black hair a mess Limbs of no descernable length  Tangled around a fence Mirthful laughter Reddened cheeks Sneaking the fruits Behind the shed
I am guided by god lost without cause until I found his light the lord above brings me delight no obstacle can withstand his plan for me made in his image is what I plan to be
I am the queen of disorientation.  There were bumble bees building nests in my hair and now I'm made of honey combes; but sometimes my sweetness can go sour under pressure.
I am unidentified. A pretty face and name with a unknown destiny. They ask me to be vocal, But I AM afraid, They ask me to be aggressive, But I believe in inner peace They ask me to be in power,
madison~[mad-eh-suhn]; noun; An individual who cannot be defined.
       I am Strong.      Not physically, but mentally.      I have never met anyone as strong as me.        16  with a fractured back,      my whole life was thrown off track.
A single drop of rain  Is a bullet from a sniper in the sky 
      little girl playing in rain puddles  herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky  raincoat swish-swish  wellies squeak and slurp  hungry beasts gold hair, bright eyes clueless and naive.
As I grow up, (I never promised Peter Pan) the imbalance of chemicals try to right themselves into what will be, is me.   So if I seem louder, so if I find it uncomfortable
I am, not exactly who I thought i might be I am Not exactly what i wish i was I am not perfect,, shiny I am dented and scraped  dragged through the mud and misshapen 
I am someone that has hardships But doesn't everybody? What makes what they experience different from mine? What makes me different? I am someone that has overcome self-harm 
Woke up hungry like I ain't ate in weeks,starving for substance.  1. Some may think of me as a bum;dirtball bad like a Viking in the mud bowl.A cloud of dust encompassing a being.
It is not in my mouth As I expel warm life into the cold brass And feel it move through the neck to the bell It is not in my fingers As they move over the keys In rapid succession
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