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Liar


You... You use to be the guidance of the oblivious road I use to take You... The tough brass shield my armor You… The one who would never back down with honor You… The shallowest and shadiest of them all Your soliloquy has destroyed all the rest of me Your words rupturing my once known pride Your phobia proclaims to the white walls of my once open colorful mind Screaming in my head that “there will be no dyke in this household” I can now see There you were my so called guidance my shield and armor With a shield made of tin foil the guidance of a blind man You… lead me to the middle of nowhere I was lead to believe blissfully that you out of all would destroy what truly made me… me You liar You the coward You the no good for nothing tenacious man How could you lie to such an innocent victim? Me with such a capped up mind I was oblivious to your standards You blew up my mind up with deceptive scenarios You allowed me to believe that you would accept me because I wore the label as your daughter You… you liar showed me otherwise there are two sides to everyone person To think that you would guide me for the absurd amount of years you did And unmask the true figure you were not to mention to reveal your new kin the one Who you really wanted to hold the label as your daughter Slaughtering the love you’ve loaded in my heart while creating a mass murder of our thoughts You taught me well liars should be left in the dark for a reason …You liar
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Saphire_stone

I am a motivational writer, an out spoken speaker, an intellectual college bound student and I am always up for a challenge. My intentions and contributions to make life meaningful for the multicultural purpose of freedom is to motivate & empower the powerless around me. I make a difference by using my most valuable weapon my talents: poetry, music, speeches and service. The vision I work for to finally see is to overcome the oppression of women, homosexuals, and Black/Latinos. We as a people forget that being human is living life as a free spirit because if the spirit is en-caged it dies of isolation and oppression.

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