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GHETTO GOSPLE. You aren't born to please anyone, neither accepted by everybody. But your purpose is to make sure you live good making better thangs, making thangs better.
This is my lucky day, or should I say it’s my luckiest day I’ve killed two birds with one stone on this occasion To be more precise, I’ve achieved three aims at once
PERSISTENCE You may be getting little or even none today, but belie'e me, you soon gonna be getting plenty that way if you ain't quit someday.
Child Like by Natasha Bartley   When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?   I have yet to understand the concept. Of child.
I want to be a nobody I wasn’t created to change the world I can barely change my own habits I want to be a nobody Living nowhere and doing nothing And you can’t force me to become someone
Have I left My beloved one The one that I asked the skies for In exchange for my career dream As her smiles will go missing As her kisses will go missing Will I be able to continue?  
Dear Me, I know that sometimes life can be a big stress. The things that you will experience can forsure make you digress, from the path in life that you thought would be best.
I'm still baffled as to how I've made it this far. I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have everyone fooled.  These people think they know me. They think I'm all fun and games. The laughter is a lie. 
Oh what a joy it is to be young! To play and frolic to run and chase to not ever be able to endure the act of sitting still for long when being quiet is its own impossibility
Captivating is what I aim to be, Stealing your breath with just one look at me. Magnetic, intoxicating, and exemplary.   Raw is what I aim to be,
There’s nothing quite like the smellOf the gym’s weight room at 12:10 on a Tuesday night,Sweat rolling off in torrential waves as worrieswander away into the air vents.  
Alone, I could sit for an eternity, afraid, shallow, and weak. Quite, I could last a century, a poet without a word to speak. Lost, I could feel with no memory of the years, month or week  
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
Once a kid now turned man FOR MY FUTURE, I have big plans No one ever said that you can't dream And with hard work, dreams can be achieved I am a big dreamer, with big aspirations I have a lot to do if I WANT TO REACH GREATNESS I
Broke Boy's Dream   Money for college is a broke boy’s dream I only have money for things I need I’m not writing this for a good college fling But for my education and that’s what I’m going to achieve
I wonder what I can give, as far as wisdom goes,   for I am somewhat young and have many years to live. The cool Autumn wind blows
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in For tomorrow holds another chance to live again Keep your head held high in confidence and pride Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride Things will pan out in the end
I am Flawless, Just open up your ears, I am Flawless without photoshop Now wait, this will make your jaw drop, You look inside the shiny magazines at the glamorous models there
My hair, long and brown My face, straight and concentrated My body, short and ordinary None of it matters I can get through Whatever life throws at me My strength My desire My dedication
I want you to see the part of me that glass so often hides. Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me.    I want you to see the part of me that is hidden by makeup
I hope... Because I care... Because I love my friends... Family... Neighbors... The powerful message... Jesus taught me To love your neighbor as yourself If it wasn't for that
We all have dreams to strive for   a goal to reach to reach for   we just have to wait for the right moment   to get success like the Romans    
Who am I? You should know who I am. Standing tall, with my head up above. Looking beyond the present in hopes to build a future so strong no one could even grasp the concept of going backwards.
Impressive in your eyes I seem, but more Impressive yet are you who believe in my life so vague, filtered to exclude the truth.   My anxious fingers produce
The controlling controller roams in  her controlling world, thinkinking highly of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys  she embarks on.   Her blanket is her cape to escape 
What is behind it? The void The abyss The unknown Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
I'm Flawless Not because my skin is clear or my body is perfect  Cause I'm Far from both ..  But  because I love.. I love hard ..  I'm flawless cause my loyalty runs deep 
I am the girl that wears a lot of make up, which hides who I really am. Eye shadow, eye liner and foundation, I wear it all. The make up disguises who I really am;
I wish You all could see The small girl behind the facade.   Behind the facade That does nothing but show off And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman.   When really
What is beauty? Everyone has different opinions about beauty. But what is beauty? Beauty can be big, Beauty can be little. Beauty can be light, Beauty can be dark.
Broke a vase and crashed a car, Told my Daddy I wasn't going far. I choked on stage Tripped and fell I am definitly not hollywood, Oh damn well. Got a drink dumped on my face 
#Hi. I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect. But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
Look at me What do you see? Young, black, short, mean Somewhere in between?    I look in the mirror You know what I see? A queen Staring back at me   Not the tallest
Flawless Anyway
I'm not the best of sons, and it's hard to miss my family when everyday they're part of war. I live with scars that just won't seem to end,  but you know what?  They're my medals and best friend. 
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow Underneath my matt of hair and freckles There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
I wake up looking in the mirror Brush my teeth My horrid breath no longer existing I change into an extravagant outfit No longer feeling insecure I put on a mask of powder and liquid Feeling perfect
i write and i write but how can i describe the feelings that i have yet to experience with words i can't even begin to know the meaning of?
I don't wake up perfect and my teeth aren't white but if there's one thing I'm proud of
I never was the girl who had it all Hell, I was the one who had nothing at all. But here I am, I stand before you proud and tall. No money nor connections, just sheer ambition
I write to encourage I write to be free I write to make love To the words that I see   Inside my head
I have been slandered misused and unheard
Remember that age of 7 It was so tender Remember that age of 7 A bandage was a mender.   Those days are long gone That youthful age Those days are long gone Are we even on the same page?
What are mere days in peaceful surburbia seem like years in boot camp purgatory, with the body at attention day and night and the mind a sharpened repository; weakness meets physical and emotional battery,
When it comes to kids throughout all schools, I notice a special treatment to some who very blindly act as fools, While others sit and study trying so desprately to build up there name,
I am the product of a child never left alone...You see I am what a teacher taught me 3 years ago was possible, you see me I am what my 5th grade teacher wrote in the pavement me for me to be, and that path I crossed over last week is the cement wr
They say that school is a must. You miss it you're a bust.  To fail is certainly wrong. But school is just so long. You must conform to societies needs.  Those who differ will not succeed.
What is the meaning to inspire Is it for ones to hire Or just to get one's attention So one can feel like their in detention Or is it achieving where others have failed Because they tried and then they bailed
Through this tiny journey, A game as some may call it,  We fall over cracks, Trip over mistakes, Fail while achieving, And make faults within perfection, But it is just the nature of mankind.
  We live with them.We have them for other people.Other people have them for us.It's expected to have expectations. Parents expect us towork harder,word longer,and work better.
Expected to be prepared in every class, "it is key to pass," say all the teachers to the mass, I have one question to ask, how can you expect us to be prepared with every task, when you forget to write it upon the board where it will bask, under t
Forethought to the Audience: I am so tired of students being so ignorant in class and not taking their learning seriously. I'm tired of teachers having no backbone, and allowing the students to dominate the class.
What is school? A mystery. Why am I learning about History? Geography? Art? Building my brain to be so-called "smart." To be educated, responsible, dependable. Like a piece of clay i'm mendable. 
Could you imagine one day waking up and falling Down Down Down 
I'll never see you again...
I come from a long line of Scots   The kind that drink and hate   Their failed dreams   The kind that love   With hitting and name-calling   The kind that don’t change
I write to express my courageous spirit The way I fight to cling to life The way I fight for my success in life  Even though the odds are always pinned  against me   Still I choose to fight the good fight
Father give me the humble things Take away my pride For I am Your child Lord And a part of Your Bride. And pride has no place here. Give me no duty that would exalt me high No poem for people to view me by
Lord grant me all the humble things The silly little humble things, The things that no one else will see And no one else will do. Give me the least of these And help, I humbly beg please
Sitting in class, I am the last To leave the room. Taking my test (I know I'm best) Mustn't assume Perfection's mine (I'm doing fine, Savoring now Knowing all things)
I am lost in the expanse of the night sky. Forever wandering amongst the beacons of light that fill this endless Cartographer's Dream. Waking only to forget what I have learned.
IF The one word, In the world, That hinders a straight answer. IF The one word, In the world, That can keep you from achieving something great.
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