Blossoms

June 6, 2014

A pariah to the people

stares that hunt me down and terrorize my thoughts

words that are not spoken or not heard

I am diffrent and they all know

but still i blossom threw it all

my mind becomes more beautiful and my head raises high

stares that hunt me down and terrorize my thoughts no longer affects my walk

or speech

I blossom threw it all

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