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If I were an angel, I would have been Lucifer. Not for the darkness or the rebellion, but for the light I once held and the questions that burned within.
Sotto il ponte a Del Rio sono fermi, bloccati, appostati, accerchiati Ammucchiati migliaia di migranti Haitiani, non Ucraini
My DEFIANCE of Compliance Is A Poetic Science... !!! So REJECTS TYRANTS Who Seem To Be Reliant... On Embracing VIOLENCE Instead of Environments... Where PEACE And SILENCE Deal In KINDNESS... !!!
If my fate is written in the stars,  then never shall I look to the sky.    No part of this universe  can tell me who I am,  can tell me what I am.   
Like schroedingers cat The tank top strap you’re looking at  Wondering if it’s a bra or something far less scandalous Is simultaneously both
Outcast pitiless pariah crawling on my knees, beating my breast moaning " mea culpa." The crowd would love that- a spectacle. ( or if not love, tolerate.) But no,
a scratchy throat and raging heart that wants to scream but chokes out "no" instead
I hated you I did You were loud and boisterous  you wanted to be beautiful you wanted to be liked your first day of school at a predominantly white elementary school you looked for someone 
Chocolate girl, love your skin Amber glow radiates from within Your blackness, of which others are ashamed Is your refusal to conform or be the same  
Music tells a story Just because you stop listening doesn’t mean it ends Others hear the words the ones you deny Though to you it may only be noise
I am not what you say I am! The bane Existence unworthy... Function unneeded... Purposeless, worthless... You throw your sickness upon me! But I have not faltered entirely I’m sick of this world
this is not my legacy this is not my dream this is not my everything this is not what it seems
Sick of division, powered by ambition Brushed into a corner from their social superstition   What's your favorite color, boy? White girls are who he enjoys Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
its a world hidden behind the appearance of intertwind shinanigans and crime i aplogize i didnt mean to rhyme   see its not just fun and games to get their names 
One day, my shoulders will give inDefiance will admit defeat, and they willDrop, like theBone-weary man wrapped around himself, shivering in the cold.  
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of rose Are thoughts much more deep Than what people suppose I see my own faults Though you would never guess I
I’d like to imagineI can still feel the sting of the day she let go;clipped my wings with a word and said, Fly. I’d like to imagineI can wax lyrical and triumphant one more night;
Beat me with your tiger stripesIf I do as you say isWRONGPush me to the starving pointWhen my fear was nearlyGONERake me upI am decaying leavesNever leave me beEnslave me and my siege
  Please, tell me what you have planned For me Tell me how You know me Better than I know me. Please, tell me more Tell me more Guide me down the Path That is right for
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