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Rotten Apples  Rotten Apples I’m the apple at the bottom of the tree I smoke a joint by myself I married Mr. Lonely I got boogers in my nose  I got cheese between my toes Rotten Apples
In a land of misfit toys I stand alone but at first you would not think, for i am surrounded
Words have been used since way back in the day. Way back then in the cavemen days.  We evolved from grunts and now use words for "fronts".
Brown skin aint beautiful to a world that sees only white My braided hair looks like dreadlocks to those with long silky blonde hair Bright red lipsticks make my lips look huge You cant see me during nighttime selfies
I’ve been labeled in life as if I were fresh produce in the store waiting to be bought. But my bruises and blemishes, my deformities made me unworthy of the price the sign above me read.
Misfit. Miss fit. Miss, fit into the box of what ladies should be. Miss fit into a pair of size two jeans.
That moment when you’re deep In thoughtful conversation
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind, I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
Electricity and power and thoughts inside Music, and wonder and time It’s just a glimpse inside my mind   Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I?  Am I the person you see right in front of you?  Am I the person you hear people talking about?  Am I the person crying out for attention?  Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am? 
How to share your soul, How to share what you know,
I listened to an old song.
It’s been five years passed…
It took me back
to when I was only 13.
For being so young, I was so haunted.
The world was black and white.
I lived in Arizona
but even the rays of lightcouldn’t 
penetrate my dark cloud.
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Yeah this ones for the nerds. This ones for the geeks and the freaks. This ones for the misfits who don’t give a shit about what you think!  
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
Escape Because a cruel world needs a safe place Dream Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality Emotion Because tears come to often and tissue runs out Love
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