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A herd of zebras was grazing on the African plain They were a blur of black and white and from far looked the same Each zebra was individual, but who could tell?
La-la, la-la, la-la It is I, Adventruous, Ridiculous, Eccentric,
It was just within that moment in which I had taken a mere reflection of myself. A true reflection in which no other could see, unless filtered into perfection. I am a pure, white flower, blooming from fine, fertile land.
I want someone to look me in the eyes and tell me
Skin does not define who I am, it is not my choice.I did not pick this skin so I gave my skin a voice.
In a world of black and white, be the shades of grey. They bring value to each day. In a world of broken dreams, be the shining star. You can reminds each boy and girl,
If i had the power to change a thing- no matter how big or small what would it be? it would be nothing at all.How would we know what love is if we havent experienced the hate?
You're terrible words pierce through my viens. The looks I am given bring me down. I catch myself. I will not back down. I live because I am given this life. Change your evil ways.
A brilliantly beautiful wildflower, in a field of oats and wheat. A redwood tree, the only survivor, after a brutal fire with scorching heat. A single colored girl, drowning in a sea of white.
A fly in my chest or a hornet in my head. I feel some emotions blossoming while others I have found dead. No longer biting my tongue, I let pent up intoxication loose. I try to be me
If your layin in your beddwellin on worthless and dead ,wordsthat are painted red, when they've already been said, . . .still layin there in your bed . . .
I love you and you love me too our relation binds us close. We may not want but time ahead
We danced in the rain soaking wet We were bathed by the heavens A fresh start for a new place a new summer a new us We mastered the slides and slid down the slopes shouting
butterfly , my butterfly fly away. why do you insist on staying. soar this world as you are ment to be. you need to for once open your wings.
Changed. To be different from the world. To be different from the people around you. Surrounding you. Crowding you. Changed. To be free. To live your life your way. No one can control you. Because you're...Changed. For the better and the worse.
That back seat far into the corner, I become unseen. Though I do the work that you ask, Why can I not just be me? You tell us to be our selves, But when we do, you shut us down,
We were made to be different. We were made to stand out. But sometimes life is hard And we just want to shout. Sometimes we want to scream from a rooftop. Other times we want to lock our doors.
Express yourself! Use your words!were all things I was told back then.So I allow my words roam free here and again.Like now, I write when the mood is rightor, to keep my eyebrows from getting tight. Express yourself!
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
I'm just walkingOn an adventure you might sayThrough day & night Who knows what I might find?We may just be lost in the wildWhere the wild things are What do we know?