Ripple
I cry because I'm used to the tsunamis flooding from me
Tears built like hurricanes
You'd think one's named after me
I'm soft they say
I'm weak they say
So they'll never see another tear from me
People always accuse me of these thangs
Not truly fit of me
Love in my head for a day
I mean live in my head for a day
All the monstrosities you'll see were never crafted for the weak
Time doesn't make you stronger
Yourself does
Build yourself to where humans knock you down
No excuse me, break you down
See I'm tired of living in this shit hell they've created for me
I'm just asking for positive vibes
Thoughtful minds
&& God's Mercy
Though Instead given "your coward" speeches
"You were never good enough" preachers
" stop being over dramatic and crying " people
Because teardrop stains are for the weak
You must not ever let them see you fall
Unless you fall gracefully
Unless you fall "right"
Forgetting that a dab of rain is merely a teardrop stain that could cause a tsunami to kill millions
It all starts with a ripple
Kindly to deadly in simple seconds
Don't live near the coast that's a blessing
Better ask someone else for kindness
Hurricanes are too weak to show forgiveness
How I wish my eyes were creating storms right now
Though tears are only for certain times and places as I was taught
It's a good thing ignorance is bliss
Because you could be that ripple
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