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Her face lit up with a glow
Sparkles in her eyes
The great news she'd ever know
Is that she would be changing lives.
She knew that this was going to change it all
From her pockets to her qualities
If you divide a population
By the lowest common denomination
The result remains the very same
While the one never fits the frame
The World of Bi is an interesting place
For all is divided into two
One is treated like gold
The Other is treated a fly- Shoo!
One is the standard
That all must adhere
Slam
The doors crash shutThe lights flicker ofThe flesh escapes.
Slam
The tears roll downThe face turns redThe heat boils up.
Slam
I have to tell you about the language of
My generation: prodigies of telecommunication
I.
I am saturated in vivid hues
Painted by my culture,
A life I didn’t choose,
Mere stone formed into a sculpture.
These decisions are not mine,
A stranger’s language spoken,
Genocide
Suicide
How some people just get to slide.
Why humans?
I want to study you
Research why we do what we do.
Might even discover something new.
Why humans?
True, this talk
Genocide
Suicide
How some people just get to slide.
Why humans?
I want to study you
Research why we do what we do.
Might even discover something new.
Why humans?
True, this talk
Spinning
I guess that's the only way to describe it
Aimlessy wandering trying to hide your own confusion
Reaching and grabbing
Hoping that maybe this time, you'll get what you've been after
Spinning
The Invisible Lady
This lady paintsHer face without makeupAnd she wears no skirtsOr dressesShe is the eye of manyEven though she publiclyIs the face of distain
We believe we are free
But we are actually locked in
Windows show us the outside world
to make us feel like we are there
We are really trapped
Organization and age make things true:
The indubitable, untouchable motto and slogan of our world’s understandably irrational population—
A population that postulates a prescription of a promise for a better future,
