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Sick Freak


Encrypted just ripped it, but I fall apart in the script spit

Cause I don't get it, I don't see,

I just bet it just won't be

Anything but a reality in me.

 

It's frustrating, JUST MAKE UP YOUR MIND

But I must be hating, because I break and bind.

Just fake the find, you have fun with your life, I'm not flying in blind.

 

I follow a course, I make on my own,

I swollow with force but I shake the stone.

I refuse to follow what everyone else decides, what everyone else divides,

you've destroyed yourself as someone this chick confides.

 

Knowing where you want to go,

Not following the flow is somewhere I don't know but I demand to grow.

Ten years from now?? What will I become?

I don't fly dumb, I have a heart from the start but I made it numb.

 

You base your decisions off what your heart speaks,

I deface my visions and go with what my mind seeks.

Just find tweeks, I'm the opposite of the normal female, I prevail as kind geeks.

I wish I could be like you and just let it all crash out,

but I smash doubt and be new, determined and true while you sass pout.

 

Basically, I understand what you have to say is normal,

But to ask me to change, no more strange,

that idea belongs in a worm hole, a relationship for the formal.

I wouldn't be me if you change what makes me unique,

Can't handle it, well then I don't need your critique.

Take it or leave it, I'm staying the sick freak.

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Madam Nixie

Hi, my names Courtney. Poetry is one of my biggest hobbies, because it allows you to express yourself on a whole different level. I am a passion kind of chick, and I carry more of it in my work than anything else. It shows in my poetry, along with my books. Music is my muse, I thrive off the beats and rhyme of each song, it helps me create the emotion and expand it in every word. My personality is straight forward, I have a very natural temper issue, which leads to violence but I keep it in check very well unless you touch the few subjects that I grow impatient in. I cannot stand people who judge and step all over others. If I witness it, I usually give them a taste of their own medicine. Protective instincts are a key element to sparking my anger, so picking on others is definitely not tolerated with me. I will show you my signature pimp slap, and turn you into the victim, because Karma is my best friend. My poetry is all rhyme, besides maybe one because that is what comes naturally to me, so if you don't like that, sorry but that's my style. I'm a R.A.P: Rhyme artist of poetry. Over all, I'm different, but I'm okay with that. I'm not emo, scene, goth, prep or even tom boy. I'm just a plane rocker that loves music. I listen to any style of rock but being classified as anything other than original just isn't me. So go with the flow, and just let it be.

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