Insirational
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I've done some things
things I can't change
Matters in my past that I know I can't erase
I acknowledge and
confess I was selfish
but thank you father for being nothing like man and
I refuse to fit into your 9x9 inch squares and your 12x12 inch cubicles
I refuse to always comb my hair and always look my best just so people could say, "yo, you look fresh ta death!"
All the time I see it happen, all around me it goes on.
What do I do? Why do I do it?
I Stand Up! I Fight Back!
I fight for the little guy.
I fight for what's right.
I do it for those who need help.
This is not about me
This is about someone I see everyday
She’s sad, depressed
Tearing over spilt milk
She’s a coward
Doesn’t speak against anyone else
She does as she’s told and never speaks up.
Names called out in the hall,
Tears-streaming-down,
How can this be right?
Under pressure from everyone, school, parents, friends…and now this
Back-and-forth-back-and-forth;
