Be you
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You are who you are
Nobody can change that.
Unless you give them that power,
define yourself, be unique.
Dont give someone the power to change who you are
Only you can change who you are inside
Thoughts raced around my head
Caring how people judge the way I am
But the wasted energy was for me to only see
The best thing to do is just be me
Start with a bow,
Take a side they said,
Choose your battles.
What is this?
Pulled here and there.
They argue excessively.
Tired of the rules.
Collapsed from the stress.
Though your "different"
though your "unusual"
though you like different people than others,
doesnt mean your evil,
or you hated,
it means your you,
you can take me for example,
Yes, I am black do you have a problem with that
Must i always be seen as the ghetto loud black girl you see on your tv screens
Can i not have good hair, without you thinking its a weave
A man being beaten down.
By evils waves that make no sound.
He was drifting.
He his last hope he did cling.
He was drowning.
He was sinking.
He then let go.
He was going to do what they said to.
BEING MYSELF
Be yourself...
That's what everyone says.
But being myself...
gave me this black eye.
But being myself
Gave me this bruised face.
Gave me a childhood i wasn't ready to face.
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Words can be filled with biting electricity and shocks of lightning
They can entwine themselves in between beautiful notes and sentences of agonizing silence
It is a circle
Upside-down and Backwards
That's all you'll SEE
The circle of Life
Has no Beginning or End
unlike You and Me
I am only Me
Upside-down and Backwards
Sometimes, we are afraid to show who we are, afraid to shed our skin, afraid to open up,
We are taught at a young ae that stndng out is imporant.
And, yet as we venture throuh adulthood standing out becomes a bad thing?
Your words do not define me
For I define myself
Not with power and glory
Nor money and wealth
You'll see her in the corner
You'll see her by herself
You'll see that she's a loner
Peer pressure
don't let it pressure you
smoking, drinking, cutting class
that kid was never you
they said you had to
and you tagged along
just to fit in
but you knew it was wrong
What makes beauty?
Do you have to have a skinny waist?
Do you have to have expensive taste?
What makes beauty?
World Joy
What would the world be like if we
Only thought of the well being of others
Relied more on our friends
Loved our family more
Did more with the life handed to us
Flash!
Smile!
Turn!
Stop!
Lighter!
Darker!
Thinner!
Smaller!
Stronger!
Weaker!
Meeker!
Flash!
Smile!
Stop!
Tighter!
Shorter!
I am Invisible, Determined
I wonder when I will be heard
I hear a faint whisper
I see a hand held out
Not every bird is born with the instinct to fly.
Not every child is born into a world of pretty pictures.
Some must crawl before they walk, doodle before they paint, or wobble before they soar.
We all attempt to know ourselves.
As people, we are born and the process begins.
Exploration of body and mind,
Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes,
We search for answers.
It’s not for attention, it’s not for respect.
It’s for me, I need to speak my silence
I am tired of hiding how I feel,
You constantly think you know,
But honestly I just need to heal
All on my own.
Tired of trying to stand out,
Tired of trying to fit in,
Tired of thinking of new ideas
And tired of trying to win.
I'm tired of doing the same old thing,
Too tired to try something new,
I’ve been hurt
I’ve been beat
Been drug down by my feet--
I’ve been crying
I’ve felt raged
Tried to put down all the right words on the page--
I’ve felt the darkness of the bottom
