I want to express me. I want my potential to tower as high as a tree, To give me the power to overcome all adversity, I want to express me. I wish they all would see me as a person of potential and not when I’m gone just another movement to take another knee, Wouldn’t… Read on
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Twenty-two degrees; The doctor is certain when he says I think it’s scoliosis Sometimes I sit, I am a bird on a traffic line, completely unbothered by my surroundings Or a mole so deep under the ground I don’t notice my surroundings in the first place And while I sit, I think and dream and imagine… Read on
When it snows down here, Everyone is amazed Like it’s something magical and new But Maybe it is. The pure, pristine white flakes Floating Floating Drifting Sweeping Down And Down And Down To join our messed up world Softly blanketing us in a little hope, a little happy. A little magic A little wonder. But… Read on
My beauty, my cup of tea, my sweet raw honey, hearing your sweet angelic voice always brings tears to my eyes. You’re truly an angel sent from God. Hearing you sing sweet melodies always brings the taste of sugar to my mouth and my heart begins to pump more blood as if I am being… Read on
We can tell stories of empires, riches and geniuses, from another continent Of warlords, of art, and of culture from another land Or we could tell the stories of chains, whips, and boats Of a people packed into tight ships going to a so-called new world Because that’s my history We could tell stories of… Read on
I wonder how the world would be if we lived with no mirrors And the only beauty or value I could see of myself was in somebody else’s eyes Would you make me hate me? Would your side looks toss aside my self-esteem? In that instance, my identity lies in your hands Would you holster… Read on