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Folly in Our Flowerbeds
In the age of self-growth,
We are destined for one thing only:
Ignorance.
Growing up hasn't been easy The journey has been tough These last four years have been busy The road has been rough There were days full of tears There were days full of laughter There were days full of glory And days full of disaster Like a road
I am the small voice that fades into the background,
I am the cowardly dog who puts down their head,
I am the thought that never gets to be expound,
There was a time
when talking was a crime
the slightest sound was shushed
and friends kept me hushed
I was only given neglect
and being quiet was meant for respect
when I grew older
-Practice makes perfect but always less than that for me
-Even though I do the most, and I stress more than I breath
-Excuses stack up, and my confidence takes a seat
Alone in life she rowed Upon the lonely waters of life Her spirit was sinking low And she wouldn't stop causing strife She was still there in physical form But her dreams lay deep in the river Broken by a bottle of identity torn And an irreparabl
The princesses stare at me with looks of innocence
Each tempting as pieces of candy
One cherry flavored taffy
The others blue raspberry gummies
I stared back with apathy and anxiety
Fear, a word that made me feel hopeless
A word that made me think my pain was endless
Fear for me was in the representation of a man
You never know your strength
You never know your worth
Ab-by! Ab-by! Ab-by!
Why was this so necessary?
Why couldn't I live my life
in the dark
Green Goop. Red Chunks.
Onion Bits. Cilantro leaves.
Guacamole.
The class chanted and screamed
They say that
The most successful people
Do hard things
Even when they are hard
And they don't want to do them
But, they do it anyway.
I guess fear is there
Fear of an out of comfort
I looked down
The ground, far below me;
I looked up
An endless sky.
To my right
A careless whisper.
"Jump"
It whispered
"Jump and you will fly."
I shook my head;
I close my eyes, you turn to me.
My sister, my soul, I stare, you sleep,
Then begin walking off, sending shivers down my spine.
Are you possessed?
I close my eyes, you turn to me.
My sister, my soul, I stare, you sleep,
Then begin walking off, sending shivers down my spine.
Are you possessed?
You stayed;
You left;
Like allergies in the spring.
After flowers came and went,
so did you.
The festival came too late.
I didn't even get to celebrate you.
You have no idea
Freedom is not a word.
It is not an emotional state.
It is a beautiful bird that cannot be caged.
There are many that cannot be caged.
There are many that will try to take it away.
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear,but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid,but he who conquers that fear.” Nelson Mandela, 1989.I’m afraid of a lot of things.
