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Strength is the river;
Though it seems to conform
To the limits of the earth,
With diligence and patience,
Even the most stubborn stone
Will obey the current.
The truth of the matter:
I'm a pretty little white girl.
I have problems, but so do you.
By looking at the divisions
We isolate and impede the vision
Of a better home, a better heart
Among the grove of contentment
Sits a corner of blissful unified existence
An escape from remorse
A trapdoor to expression
Equanimity patrols the air of the grove
Memorizing data to spit back out verbatim
That’s not learning
Banking our self-worth on a letter
That’s not learning
Staying up so late that the book get’s blurry and our brain gets fuzzy
That’s not learning
Don’t bend yourself
To fit the mold.
Break it; make it yours.
Be the person
You want to be.
Ignore their hateful scorn.
Step back and take
A look at yourself.
misunderstood by the world and it's judgement, assumptions are given but never justified. the girl still smiles even though she's alone. she knows who she is and what she wants. They say change, she say no.
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fuck that
its outgrown
these are the barriers of my creativity no more
let your mind free
dont worry about the catchy
A cart rolls into the frigid clean room,
the sheet is removed, revealing terrifying tools with innocent names.
I sit back into the chair as it crackles in disappointment.
Ink stains my face, my chest, my stomach,
Love
Pave the way
Crave to say
When push comes to shove
Float up above
Sin
Beauty is within thy name
Cover up with shame
If you want to win
You must sin
A tangled, blue wisp of air
Struggled to become violet.
Others swam past
Becoming her to follow
She faded...
Turned plum, turned fire
Only to return blue.
She called on them to follow,
