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(note for reader this poem is against the keystone pipeline it must be stopped for all our culture and land is in jeopardy not just the native Americans please take this with you on your journey to stop the pipline )
Free From everything I used to be Re-writing my history Picture by picture I’m finding me I’m alright My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
College what a magical place.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Breathe in then breathe out Pitch black The smell outside Is the smell of a future Thrown away into the depths
So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today? And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay No. I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
Gems and Dimonds and most of the lot are smeared and bruised by life's dirty plots so thus we gems so thus we diamonds work from dust to bring new light we are not perfect
Girls. Overpriced makeup. It Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
they look at her with big bright eyes little do they know she rages inside they look at her like she's an angel sent from above little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, To see who I am and wonder if I need to change. The media shows us that we are inferior, That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
Mahatma Gandhi once said, "An eye for an eye will make the world go blind." As
I try to live my life as you see fit To be the person you want me to be and not who I desire to be My heart yearns for freedom my unspoken words dig into my flesh
Stuck fighting a battle that's not her own
You can never be betterYou will never do betterYou don't deserve betterThat's what I tell myself everydayI look in the mirrorDisgusted with my appearanceFull of regret from the decisions I've made
When it's gotten so hardThat you scream upon deathTo take you away from this miserable placeAnd you cry because no one can even noticeThat your crumbling insideThat your shattering into pieces
The decisions she's made lurk behind her like a predator and it's preyShe's never known where she belongedShe's never known what to sayHer voice weak in the crowdsShe cannot speakShe cannot be heard
You see that kid over there? His dad abandoned him when he was only five , and his mom killed herself when he was just ten Hes a foster child. His foster parents beat him. He smells like alcohol and weed
All he ever did was push and shove, his body boring heavily into mine. "You're so ugly and useless," escaped his lips like venom so clear, and so fine. I let the words drill into my mind like sharp knifes engraving my skin.
My body aches with pain. Fear flowing through my xylem as I'm rooted to the floor a Charlie Brown tree in the midst of a forest of strong pine.
He's stripped her of her innocence, His touch has darkened. Her internal morals vanished, Her souls' been broken. She remains silent and carries on, But her smile has wilted and gone.