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My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind,
My travels take me just where
I please, I don’t have
To leave my warm room.
My travels start,
Sixteen, sun
Beating down,
There is a room
Filled with plants
The sunshine makes an incredible bloom
There is a rooom
Filled with pots
Where growth occurs
The growth makes people bloom
There is a room
You are a scattered rainbow thrown into orbit.
Sunlight coasts in on the sails of dust
and gently kisses the sides of
geometric caverns of wood,
The chair
Ironically sits alone
in the darkness of the room.
The chair
Once proud and rich
Is now rubbed down and squeaky
The chair sits alone
No one to rock it
Cold, because the PGW worker disabled our gas. Too many late payments. The room only had one bed, but the room was occupied by four growing boys.
One quilt.
Four boys.
A tick tock noise from the clock in my room
Knocks my head on and on
Till it wakes me up in the middle of the night,
So I found myself looking right at the ceiling
My body starts sweating
This is how it goes.
I begin by stepping into my room.
It’s everything to me that it smells like my perfume.
It has 7 walls with a light that might go boom,
“My look at her. She’s such a good girl.”
“She’s good because she doesn’t act like the other girls in this world”
“She works so hard at everything.”
“Oh the praises her parents must sing”
Tears roam. They taint the atmosphere as light ominous vapor. I've cried enough for us to both be pain free. The idea of leaving this room is the catalyst of a cataclysmic brain freeze. I don't wanna be free. Anymore.
We was arguing again,
My parents and I,
They locked me in my room,
He left a bruise on my thigh,
She blacked my eye,
It was over the dog,
They said to blame it on a cousin,
The crowded room is much too small for you;
From locks of hair to smiles of gold you dance,
And yet not once did you give me a glance;
But with one glance I would give all to you.
The corner suits me well, invisible
I'm here in class
Last one in the back
No one else can realize
That I have a voice that cannot be denied
You say that you don't hear me
But really your just not listening