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For awhile I've been down I hadn't smilied, always a frown I had been depressed My life's a mess, super stressed Used to slit my wrists But now I'm balling up my fists
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin I am night before the days begin I am terra cotta heart I am stories yet to start I am bones of solid gold I am young, but I am old I am war yet to be won
I am Black A race named after the richness of skin A race deemed unclean And for centuries; believed so What does it mean to be Black?
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
I want to create BE Become the current Ethereal reality No authentic fakery Forget time spent Live in dreams Read in books So in reach I want to act DO
Often I will find my self thinking how wonderful it would be to take quick nap in my car in between my morning classes. How I would like nothing more than to go swimming in a large mug of coffee
Metaphorically I am a simile, like an allusion, I AM an oxymoron, a flagrant euphemism, a hyperbolic faux-pas, so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
I am a teenage girl I am silly and helping I am friendly and outgoing I am music I may be young I may be old I am somebody
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.
i am a girl. i'm not just a simple girl. not your girl-next-door. i'm not the popular girl that has girls and guys on their knees just to be seen by.
I am water. I am fire. I am earth. I am air. I am what the world around me bears Two Hydrogen, One Oxygen
any standing structure, they throw on gas setting it ablaze and melting the brass on fear and freedom these fires do insist and further the plight of the anarchist collapsing On top and rising below
I am a Big girl with many problems
My reflection is in my eyes And in my hands They are always moving Trying to find an abode Trying to find a cause Looking upon the distant faces With no color to define them
Am I a Man Am I honest Am I emotional Am I young Am I human Am I alone Am I free Am I home Am I wise Am I ready Am I loving Am I suporting Am I helpful
On the outside, when I am at school or professional:
Every day is a gift, all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
Would a filter be typing? Would a filter mean no erasing? Does that mean I can't correct my grammar? I'm going to give you the realest me there is, no bullsh*t. Well, to begin, my appearance.
Being told I am not enough I get hurt because I care too much I turn to things that help me up. The art of makeup makes me forget who I was I got myself a new identity since I cannot go back to what I was.
What you see before you is not what I see in the mirror. For the mirror knows the true person who always hides behind the mask. Tell me, is it true that the most common mask we put on every day is a smiling face?
I have an innovative mind One with many characters and personalities My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
I am a woman of faith, I am a woman of my word, I am a woman who once settled for less and was unheard. I am a woman who thought love found me, I am a woman who gave love my all,
I am from ditches and crowded streets,ca
What will be when I am gone? I think this question, thinking I’ll go on But for all I know, I could die tomorrow Then, would my loved ones grieve in sorrow?
I was introduced to poetry 7th grade. I started to understand the concept: releasing. I write because it is an outlet for my frustration.
I am bound in new white pages, I am read throughout the ages. I am old and I am new, I am false and I am true. I am past, present, and future, I am modern and old culture. I am the hero and the villain,
"Who are you?" Are you the super sweet one that everyone seems to know so well Or maybe the one thats so swift to get angry And begin to yell Or are you the one That's slowly sinking into sadness
This Is who I am, Feelings You cannot find With five senses. Feelings, Of the worlds pain As my own. This Is me In a much greater place Than thee. So great,
A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter? In Youth, is It serious truth? Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious. But Observe! Another undefined curve! For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
Sometimes I feel lost in the dark But I can hide it with a smile And wait for the stars Before reaching high Challenges. My plans are like fogged glass And nothing is new
I am a charismatic girl, with big goals and aspirations I wonder where I will be in about 5 years from now I hear encouraging words from the angels watching over me in heaven
I am a misunderstood girl, who want to be loved. I wonder if i'll ever find it. I hear love songs and feel that inevitable sense of lose. I see lovers all around me, but i hide away from them