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How Some People Are


Some people are bullies
They manipulate people in sight
They love to call people rude names
They only do it to start fights
 
How you heard of Tyler Perry's movies
With the famous Madea of might
Well their favorite is to call Tyler Perry
A homosexual or a transvestite 
 
See their parents like to drink
Their favorites are beer and wine
But when the glass of liquor spills
Police come over to investigate the abusive crime
 
My mom would kill for E &J
With the right amount of liquor and the right amount of ice
It's the best time to ask her questions
She'll be nice at ease and concise. 
 
See it's all about the breakfast club 
The kids with parent issues
The ones that realized no difference lay
in the personalities they'd once labeled and misused
 
I'm a victim to some of those problems
Like being ignored or not telling the truth
But most of my problems are within myself
Things I shouldn't be worrying about in my fountain of youth
 
Just like in the perks of being a wallflower
When those memories from the past
Come to haunt you in your vision 
And cause the happiness in your life not to last
 
See in this life it's hard to trust, 
And also have belief
Because it means you have to lose something
And not all of us can cope with that much grief.
 
Cause losing someone really hurts
It breaks your heart deep inside
It shatters your perspective of everything 
In which happiness is denied
 
That's why people are the way they are
They experience something not to great
And it changes then for better or worse
In a lifetime where conflict never inflates
 
So we can't blame bullies for being tyrants
Nor blame a wallflower for being so shy
Fot that is how some people are in this world
Because bliss is hard to come by
 
But sure enough, once in a while 
That pain in the heart infinitely soares 
To give you back the life you lost 
So that happiness can be restored. 
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My name is Rejjia Camphor. I am a poet, writer, social justice activist, creative writer teacher and community organizer. I am very well-rounded and I know a lot of things which you could see through my works. I want what I write to become. Favorite Books: The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Catcher in the Rye, Farenheit 451, Whip It, Siddhartha, Absolutely Normal Chaos, Thirteen Reasons Why and the Fifty Shades Trilogy. I want to be as inspirational as my favorite authors were to me. I want to give them clarity when they are feeling at their worst, and give them uplift and ideas when they need it the most. I love writing because it's the most honest way of we can choose to communicate and express ourselves. I want to make change in the world even if it means I have to be the cathedral builders of my time. I might not get to see the impact I am influencing, but at least it will be magically when it happens. I want to be the guidance in which helps society become much more than money, much more than power and control. My thoughts, words, experiences and actions will be what makes me great, not the grades I earned, or the number of Facebook friends I have. Accepting that is the greatest achievement of all, and realizing that shows that life is weird in it’s own kind of way.

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