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Living my life like it's golden.Living my life like im chosen.I am no longer broken.I am beholden, unfolding.Say in motion like the ocean, rolling.
Well I walked outside on the earth that remains And let the greedy crows pick at my brain With forgiveness and gratitude for their primitive ways And with a thought lingering on the break of day
Confined in these lines, how much movement is mine How much deviance is permissible without going too far as to be  Unacceptable  Unaddressable  Unprofessional 
Flowers need the sun. 
Everything suddenly changed, beneath the ground that started to split She thought her feet were on solid ground, a truth she brought herself to admit The sun could only shine for so long, while a million suns sustained her world
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet. They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips Are on a holy mission: Spread the darkness.
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet. They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips Are on a holy mission: Spread the darkness.
Adults taught us that everything is ok Adults also taught us to obey everything they say So is not obeying also ok? This question, this one flaw in the popular way of thinking Got me thinking
CORNEA. it is the Fourth of July and I am sixteen years old.
Dear Artemisia,   When you were a teenager, You were raped by your tutor, A friend of your fathers. When you were a young adult, Your father sued your rapist, For destruction of property,
People say whatever they want without knowledge     “1st amendment,” they say.   We are different in every way, and that’s what’s beautiful.  
Our country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, To you I sing; White men signing abortion laws That kill women for no cause Can you not see your flaws?  Let freedom ring  
While I feel that we should remember the past learn from it mourn it grow from it No one else remembers how. So we drown
You learned of witches, and never to come near,but did they ever tell you what to fear? For we’ve so much in common, we’re just like you, I love to play with matches too.
I have a story A story of powerA story of cultureA story of familyA story of resistance
I hate how the word hopeimpersonates a pleasant state of being How it whispers wishful whimpers  Soft promises to keep my heart beating As if I need to hold on
Your smile began to fade and fear filled your eyes,
I always thought that you had to be important to be listened to
"Resist" she screams running from ash Broken and torn but not turning back
Like little dropletsOf blood,Temptation dangles,
1993 Westside Sunset Boulevard SoCal Los Angeles California Bring you back to the silver DeLorean, flux capacitor We got that hover board under the seat. 
Working as a cashier while being black teaches you a few things, but none so important as this: people assume you've done nothing with your life because of the job you have. My saving grace is my wit.
I never could understand The need to cut To want to harm your flesh Hot blood rivers If you're already in pain Why would you want To cause more suffering It makes no type of sense
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