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with the intelligence of a god,
for whom intelligence is the base,
it would hardly seem odd,
if she got red in the face,
when with the click of some keys,
at a relatively quick pace,
My most feared tormentor, that hushed sentry
Guarded in its webbed domain, transfixed by its prey,
Whether it be me or a sly housefly grappling against its threaded prison.
The elegant little spider makes an elegant little web
Then a light bulb flashesd right above her head
I stand and I spin,
No, I don't spin, I only stand;
Glimpses of joy tease- then dance away
Spinning, whirling, leaving me behind.
I can't get off, I can only wait.
Wait and hope it will all end.
For the Ones that Are Muted in Society
For the Ones that Are Ridiculed for Their Differences
For the Ones that Are Slammed for Their Opinions
For the Ones that Are Voiceless
They Are Who I Speak For
Sometimes you just know
Someone you meet
That will change your life forever
A memory you know
You’ll never forget
A conversation
That changes your entire
Perspective
