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In a world full of possibility, all I see is hate.
In a land of freedom, so many feel oppressed,
left to sit like cattle while men with money in their pockets participate in the great debate.
The air is light
I can maneuver through it at ease
Gliding through the white streaked sky
Viewing the world below
Is bliss
The sun’s warmth is ubiquitous
Encasing me in warmth
even the stongest people can break
with all the things on their plate
what doesnt kill you makes you stronger
so they say, leaving scars that linger
life gives us things that we can handle
It's the same old thing again.
A teenage girl with "nothing to complain about",
Complaining about the things no one sees.
They see a roof on my head, shoes on my feet,
Food on my table, clothes on my back,
The pretty glass looks like jewels
Pick them up, and clench them in your fist
Watch the pretty stream
Trickle down your arm
You know it's wrong,
But it's release
Visual Representation
Looking for a warning sign
Amidst Earth’s complex design
Light little plastic bags
Jellyfish to the turtles with our tags
Our pistons out on an ego trip
Guzzling so fast, we need an IV drip
Dark shadows cast among the single mind, reluctant to cease and cloak themselves in light.
The eyes that refuse to close and narrow instead
The weight that those eyes produce pushes the shoulders forward, the head down.
