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I was once a pebble Small and fragile People’s words were like ocean water Washing over me effortlessly
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
When you look at the world What do you see? Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia? Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
Compliments age 7 Schoolyard pick always had me on edge I wouldn’t be first, always chosen towards the end
When I take a picture I smile and stare at my relfection. My mind wonders if they will like it if they will see me the way I see me.
I am a woman who can do it all Even though I am so small I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
In and from this world what do we really want?
Blood as red as a rose They said death was something that you just chose Truthfully it chose you
My shorts are not an invitation For your hands to roam my thighs And my sassiness is no reason For you to ignore my reluctant cries My exposed skin is not shouting "Come on; there's more to see!"
You're like a hurricane of bad news, but I had have you, everything about you had me going crazy, but you're too much for me to handle, like a foreceful wind, you've thrown me to the ground,
Can you hear any of the words I say? Are you able enough to understand? I told you no, so please remove your hands.