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You ask me why I like to write.
The answer isn't always black or white.
10 years 10 months ago
Would you take my hand?
Could you see beyond the stereotype that places a stand on my innocent hands?
10 years 10 months ago
What does writing mean to me?
It’s a symbol of me being free.
When a bird starts to fly,
You don’t ever ask why.
10 years 10 months ago
Detailed assumptions involving nothing. People love to talk about what they think they know, isn't that something?
10 years 10 months ago
I feel so alone
no one in my bed to warm me
I can't stand this pain
why couldn't someone warn me
10 years 10 months ago
Heart
Beats
Fast
Can he hear it?
Hands
Shake
Uncontrollably
Can he see them?
10 years 10 months ago
We are misconstrued
From the moment we are born
To begin and end in a burst of violence and pain.
10 years 10 months ago
Tall palm trees over see
me
In the building below taught by
he
My class a mute
and
10 years 10 months ago
Bent to amount to nothing
Working and slaving for the attainment of greatness
Locking eyes with the machine
10 years 10 months ago
Turning the tables what could that be like?
Would you be the one crying all night?
10 years 10 months ago