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I was young. We were young, Yet we planned our whole future for when we were adults. We were going into 6th grade, middle school.
“It’s not rape if you like it” a sentence created from arrogance ”it’s not rape if you like it” a sentence formed by the uneducated “it’s not rape if you like it” do you mean arousal non-concordance
no means no telling you to get off and pulling away means no not now means no i dont want to means no i dont feel like it means no i want to go home means no leave me alone means no
i'm afraid. it's a feeling i can't escape from — nothing i can turn a blind eye to, skip over, forget.
Darkness has nothing to do with light Weakness has something to do with might Though they are two opposite Near each other they sit What I do is a choice and also a mighty voice.
Everyone can bully and that's the truth some families joke but mine don't. everyone van bully and that's the truth some friends joke but mine don't. bullys , bullys, bullys,
The lake I lingered as I tossed and turned, I dipped my feet in a pool of fury-- it burned. I scent the smell of burning ashes pondering in the midst, The nostalgia of a reserved and reimbursing scene, yet
America? Known as a nation reborn, Through war and tragedy we still uplift our hopes. We take each other by the hand urging them to hold on, There are the men that choose to face each other causing hate and struggle.
When I wake in the morning with Jack Frost's chill All I can think are those who are around me When I make them smile I feel a rush of thrill Their smile makes me smile and gets me full of glee
Today's man is loose, his strength reduced and lacks in truth. In a world, where women no longer serve, younger men are pervs and a man's only power........is in words.
You trudge through the daily life, budge through to make a life Try to say goodbye? It doesn't work that way you've come this far just to dig your grave? You're smart.
There is so much controversy over the slogan "All Lives Matter", and I can not seem to get my mind wrapped around the idea why. Yes, black lives do matter. I, as a black woman agree with this statement. There is nothing false about this at all.
It's funny to think I've been called type A. That we could label a person with letters, put them into groups. I'd say I don't fit characteristics of anyone else.
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
I may not be my mother, tall, strong and bold but who I am is who I am and that is all you need to know
Flawless. Why, because I woke up like this.
One is fearless when one has fears that they overcome.
You say one thing, you do another Why You say you don’t hate but you hate Why
Here’s to high school,
Metal box No loose ends No escape Trapped in a structured prison, everyday is the same no change no change makes him crazy his thoughts wander
Im tired tired of waiting to have a perfect body tired of all the screaming tired of all the lies tired of not being perfect why cant life be easy why cant our generation be in peace
Change is always around us Change is everywhere It happens every day, but sometimes we hardly notice The temperature, the shape of the clouds, and change even arises from tectonic plate movement.
Giving a given gift Unsolved like a puzzle A great maze of much The mystery of time One with design Living among prime Optimistic and bold Leaving nothing old
A belonging to every person, young or old does not matter where they are from
They say that I dream too much, that they are like clouds in the sky, water running through my fingers, but I will drink my dreams full, and sate the hunger of the world.
Keep your eyes shining Keep yourself locked away Look for the silver lining say what they want you to say
Looking around. Biting lip. Sickness whirls into your stomach. Nausea hits you out of nowhere. Palms sweat. All of a sudden it feels unbearable to just stay still. You have to move. You have to escape. But you can't.
A solitary pencil drags itself, forlornly, estatically, and furiously, across a lined page. A page that was previously devoid of any emotions.
Skin. The reason we're all here. The thing that keeps us together. Please come off. I do not wish to be here much longer. I wish to hover above all of the other hopeless people. Wanting to hear their thoughts.
Writing is fun Writing is free Writing can be done by you or me. I can do it You can do it Anyone can, just stop and sit. Take a moment To express your thoughts
Do not tell me to love the skin I’m in, When everyone around me does not. It would be bullshit to say they don’t matter. Because I’ve heard it my entire life.
Warrior or priest The bravest or a coward Doctor and druggie All fit in a puzzle And all are given a part For if we are but players, Is this not just a game? A game filled with uncertainty
Change The World What is the World? The World is a whole, the world is a concoction, the world is US. What is Us? Us are the people, We are Us? No! We are the people. What are the People?
Who the hell made you queen? You have a comment on everything Never a smile, only a frown All you do is tear us down You only scream and yell Making a cheerleader's life a living hell
With the "electric chair" I'm strapped in, it worries me to say. I wake up in the morning just to see the light of day. Oblivious to the time in which the switch will soon be struck.
Skin is nothing more than a covering for our bodies Complete with different shades and degrees Absolute black and white doesn't exist here
Your skin ugh. So black so filthy, murky. But did I ask you your opinion? Your assurance that my skin is any less than what I'm assured it is? Oh No!
I look at my arm and see glowing amber skin Bright green eyes, curvy figure, long hair and thin lips Anyone can see that I am mixed within
Beauty is only skin deep? Does that mean not everyone is beautiful? No.