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The Midgard Serpent stirs slightly in his slumber A long and unsatisfying rest that has lasted since the days of Thor and WotenWhen the halls were vast and the Valkeryies washed blood from their armor that wasn’t their own
Mental wellness has clouded my mind, But poetry has been there for me,  and taught me how to be kind.  To use my words to fight a patriarchial power,  To not be harsh,  To not be sour.
   Bam went the light. We will not leave without a Fight. The coach yells, and off go the bells.    The crowds roar, and the light shone. This was my zone. I felt like a wild boar.
If I could, Spit lyrical scipture in the form of a crossover Break ankles and mend hearts  Travel the world  And write spirit inspired art Oh the dream Through God, that world change is a reality
  Hmm so I ponder and wander and wonder  What will I grow up to be in is life of mine?
One job may change my life. One look of a kid. One smile.   Teaching is what i do best. I thrive on the production of ideas.   The simple understanding a child obtains
I’d like to be a dragon, Breathe fire from deep inside Or maybe a crazy super hero Who would never run or hide Or even be a shining knight With the princess by my side  
Pick up the blade and dig it into me.  Gasp and then I begin to bleed. Sweet release, dripping down my arm. Pick up the bottle, shake it in my hand, Swallow pills, as many as I can.
Wam, bam, this WORLD is oursThey told us we couldn't do but they were liarsTo express ourselves through jewelry and clothesTo finally be able to take a load off and be oneself
(Hey who are you?) "I'm your self motivator. I'm the one who you tells you to keep trying, To Never give up, That We are almost there Through both good and and bad times i am here
I’m 6’5’’, wear size 16 shoes, built like a bull
A dream is just that: a dream. But what if it could become a reality? Journeying and trudging through the surprises life holds in the palms of its fragile hands, all
Black as pitch,
Kaffir Boy Life as a Kaffir, harder than a nigga You see in my world white people pull the trigger We might share a dead beat daddy But you rap about caddies While I’m struggling for scraps
Frequent struggle, heightening through Without a trace, without a clue Yet something inside me knows what to do With a pen in hand and a book overdue.   To write is a passion
A dream. My dream? or His dream? It starts out like this.. I am a C.O.D.A. Child Of a Deaf Adult. Otherwise known as a child with a deaf parent.
If you were to hold me, you'd note I was cold That's of course, if you were really that bold. It takes courage to love a lion, Especially one who needs no shoulder to cry on. I was never fragile, never so weak--
My true love My elegant goddess
Jittering just at the thought Of another brilliant day, Up and higher, is the only direction
I graduated in 2010, wondering where I belong. I couldn't kick it I tried teaching english to those who don't speak it I tried the fast pace world of shippin' it in logistics I tried therapy for those who are autistic
If dreams come true, Then excitement will fill everything I do, I'll work hard for all I gain,
I can’ t paint with a brush  that well, But I know how to paint with a pen and an ink well. My words form pictures that pictures themselves couldn’t describe. Your photograph may be worth 1000 words.
The number does not change, it never changes No, all they can see is that number. The number that distinguishes me from other applicants.
When I tell people what I want to be, reactions vary. Some of them are good while others are not.   "Oh, that's a respectable job, but how will you afford school?"
I am a homeless manenraged at all the voices. A shotgun is in my hand. The hordes are never noiseless. I swear it’s all a game, I can feel that they control me. Never meant to bring them here,
  My ultimate dreamy job is to be a traveling journalist/author writing short stories and the like. Every week I'm in a different lavish hotel, my rooms paid for by a 
They are the stranger across the street. You glimpse their face, you catch their eye, But I ask you… Do you know? They are your friends. You laugh together, you study together, But I ask you… Do you know?
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