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The water roars and the earth shakes, The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky. 
The water roars and the earth shakes, The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky. 
Rapunzel rolled her eyes and brushed her hair Annoyed by the chants that she was 'his type', wonderful, and fair. She wasn't a fool for alluring words made to flatter,
A pinch of this and a pinch of that is how my mother cooked. The homemade cooking smells wafted through the air. Lunch was served with love.
School, what grade do you have? Mom, I'm tired, "Go to sleep sweetie," But I'm not tired. Why do I stay up so late? It's all worth it in the end, or is it even worth it at all.
Without a wordI walk through life.To be heardIt is my biggest strife.  Movement so loud,Activities one by one.Are you not proudOf all that I’ve done?
The world buries problems underground With no hesitation it takes While we walk over the mound All the problems the world makes   Problems look better in pitch black night
So you mad Ms.Teacher I've made it to the twelvth grade. Exspected to fail. But look how much you get paid. So you mad Ms.Teacher? Your life isnt filled with my struggle.
It sounds like poetry,Gushing through the windSoaring through existence,Above noise, in quiet. The sound of poetry,Rumbling louder than before,In the heart and mind’s heart,Unleashing power.
Asking me why I write is like asking me why I live Because I was born in a city of gangs, crime, blood I can't expect anything better, If I ever go back to the hood Here's to being different,
It is dawn and the blistering and bright sun has yet to grace me with its presence…. Which will remind me of all of the things I still have yet to accomplish today.
Sitting with the rain Holding my hands under the puddles Subconscious illusions Fading I see the rain stop The sun set and then the moon Compress, Explode.   As if the moon was glass
A withered child lost in her thoughts, hiding from her memories; everything she’s not Broken dreams; family ripped at the seams, bills unpaid; not enough food for the bones paved
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