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Feed your righteous ignorance, Because you'd rather move in a thoughtless mass, A mess of mindless thoughts to pass, Like a hurricane void of common sense. Than kiss the faces, those before you,
They are some of many billions Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins One eats plenty, enough for four One is but a raw, empty core
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak. But please listen, and don't ridicule me. Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season. The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
Favoritism If I accused you of this, what would you say Do you know it only makes my self-confidence decay I'm sorry you aren't friends with my parents
Take a second to breathe, to listen. To hear the laughing and the whispering. I get it, we all do, it's old news. I'm gay, yes it's true. Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
Im a normal school girl Attending my last year in high school and I still see it Something students like me are unappreciative about
You promised a chance A moment to prove, To leave all out on the court There is nothing to lose. Yet alone here I sit Observing, lightheaded, voice sore, The encouragement failing