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I could say why I deserve this or that  But honestly it would be a bunch of crap  I could sit up straight and smile in a possible employer's face  Tell her/him why I should be hired 
Here they stand in equal measure, side by side upon a long podium, each looking out upon each other and visualizing a lesser crowd and higher standing for themselves. Do they not see the ground
they look at me and all agree they think im a stuck up white girl like, "she probably gets all her shit for free" ive got blonde hair, blue eyes. and my skintone is real white
I am a bird, unnoticed but free
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
I am angry about how life goes on. We try and try and try, never to get What we truly deserve, and often yet Receive what we have never truly earned.   What happened to hard work? To us? To you?
if only everyone knew if only everyone had their experiences if only everyone understood if only, if only.
Flaming red eyes, torn clothes at the thighs, and cuts and bruises that seemed to multiply, but still their lips whisper in sync " She lies! She lies! " But she only tells the truth She is only but a youth
Every Friday and Saturday You go and drink You go and dance You go and loose your mind   Being far from home Far from rules Far from reality Far from truth  
Hush little girl, and rest in me
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
She takes flight. All the light in those babydoll eyes. Broken. Soars away from these hardships. Tender hands burned. In this seemingly painless discuise. Don't leave me in the darkness.
I find it hard to live in the world I am in.
They label us an “entitled generation,” Saying we only want what we want and want what we think we deserve. What we think we’ve earned What we think others have earned for us.  
We have come here to these borders drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us. They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
Momma always used to say, “God laughs at the plans you make.” But that was just a chance I had to be willing to take.   Empathetic, kind-hearted, containing the true values of life
when the Sun is alive so am I the unimaginable dream is mine fog will remain in my path but fire in my eyes, boldly. there is a dawn that rises unshakeable and endless like the core of soul
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