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I knew what lied ahead So I chained my feet to the ground Refusing to travel to that place But it was inescapable   The world ripped me away 
She tries to be perfect within society standards, Everything she does is so precise. She doesn’t speak her mind,
i wish you the worst, the same that you wished me i hope you drown, just like you told me you looked me in the eyes, spring of twenty eighteen you fucked me up, and i should've just screamed
Dear Jessica,    What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
Dear Jessica,    What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
Our relationship reflected a love song. Full of laughter and joy. Then you did me wrong. You used me like a toy. Played with me a while then let go. We were young. And now I'm here to let you know,
I have a soft spot for us. A yearning and a passion for what we can do together. A delightful build up for something greater. Not a tare down of our hatred for one another,
Small and quiet This frail child, Always seeking validation from others Always wanting to know what she did was okay Did she look right? Did she walk right? Is her hair in place? Is she sitting up straight?
A troubled soul mine has been, For the past year much has conflicted within, I was left wandering in a foreign land, My steady life shattered and shifted into one unplanned,
I can see it. I can see the light located at the end of the tunnel I run faster and faster towards it Praying with each step I'll be one step closer, closer  to being free.   Free from the bullies
Through tears, Through the months, Through the pain, I wait. Many feel sorry, Many stare, Many judge, But they don't get me. Pain is a hurdle, Pain is a challenge,
As time goes by, You stand and ponder, "When will I die?" So you wonder. As you wander through the graveyard, You ask yourself, "Why is life so hard?" You say to oneself.
See your flower is delicate Delegates of angels persuade to me you're heaven sent But you know how the devil is.. With his disquises Almost Compromised me From the ground grew a violet
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
There's a war inside my head and it just won't stop. I was told the biggest battle is the one in your head.
A turbulent mind
I was always there but it wasn't me you wanted
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane   Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden   Under the mask What a clever disguise
There is a time before sunlight, when everything seems not right. When all of the plagues on the heart,
The summer begins, fresh taste on my tongue. New shoes on my feet, hair blowing in the wind. New girls, new boys, fresh heart, trust. Walking by the beach, talking by the docks. My heart starts longing to see him.
He fights through night and day.
Aggressive,dangerous,pain,anger,frustrated,disrespected all gather into one fist of POWER  How fighting seems to be the ONLY  solution
To K.    She started off a as normal girl didn't know about the cruel sad world Spent her time picking flowers
I beg of you, pen, just tell me the truth In some beauty that yanks at my tears When I taste your strength I learn that my Potential outlives my years
Why I want to win
They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. The real phrase should be
I keep my head up even wen i feel broken. I got my feelings in front of me wide open. Chapters end opening and closing. The pain within keeps on growing.
I didn't understand why girls would cry because their bodies never mesmerized a boy's eyes I didn't understand why the wrists were slit on my friends thin arms
I, ego, none of these is YOU ARE WHAT I SAY cogito ergo sum, NO Multi ergo sunt
It's been days when you've been just sitting there relaxing Relaxing like you don't feel those contractions It's been years since you felt satisfation It's time for a change, put in action!
I forgot but now I remember  Little things when I said never Faded thoughts slipped away and in nothing I lay Scream and shout, I whisper Punch and destroy, I wither Take me home I beg
All my life I wanted to be something special A princess, a cowgirl, a rockstar, and the President of the United States
After you crossed that line, I told you to get the hell out of my life. I didn’t want anything to do with you. I don’t care if we’ve been best friends since 8th grade. Once that line is crossed
I've realized at age 8 that I live in a fucked up world A world where you're not shit if you don't do what you're told If you don't do EXACTLY what's expected of you  
I feel stronger now that you're gone sometimes I wonder if you think of me when you're alone I'll admit I've missed you but my grey skys are finally turning blue I drive by your house sometimes
You are my past. So why do I fear you? For taking my innocence. For taking my confidence.  For making me afraid of every man that comes near.   You are their past. So why do they fear you?
Every day i don't see you, i get stronger,
I guess you could say that beauty is pain. I like to think that pain is beauty, pain makes us stronger. The pain of heartbreak, The pain of losing somone you love, The pain of love itself,
The words I see transparent, I want to believe them but yet I know there outcome. As a plastic bottle, these words you speak, I've heard them all before. These recycled words
Ode to the Fearless The people who trample fear on the ground.   Ode to the Warriors Whose fights never end Their swords stained
It's crazy how things change, the type of isshh that'll make you feel strange. I dont belong here, im not wanted.
She used to be happy She used to smile Now that happens Only once in a while. She doesn't get it Doesn't see why It's all because He's changed her inside.   He acted so sweet
  They say suicide Is a selfish act. Although I never could fathom why When it is so difficult to acquire the help one needs For when problems are spoken And cold words form in the warm air
Remember me ? it has been a while since you last glarred you heaven blue eyes into my crystal clear soul  years since your devilish grin capture my glance Do you remeber me ? Take a seat, let me refresh your memory
No movement; a life switched to pause Because of you A shore with no waves   No sleep It's been days 
Have you ever felt lost to the point of no return? constantly being reminded of your imperfections..  and thinking...what's wrong with me ? Where has the genriousty gone? Why isn't my happiness no longer a concern?
She says she strong Since there’s nothing wrong. But, I know better than she. She thinks she higher But she’s a liar The stronger one is me. The one with bruises, Who always loses
Here I am, once again Sitting in the same place, same routine, same faces I’ve mistaken a change in pace to be progress, a step out of this mess I’m discouraged at the realization, no longer through the rearview mirror;
... as years, months and days pass by, I always think of you. wonderin' whether you are thinkin of me. one day we will find away back to eachother knowing that we belong to one another. when I hold you, I will feel secure.
FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! Black America has been inspired By these words from the past But are we truly free? This question puzzles me? When our fellow brothers and sisters
Life’s not meant to be lived easily It’s not easy to live life peacefully Hardships has been beating me recently If only I can live this life decently But I’m hitting obstacles constantly
Distance makes the heart grow fonder but the wait just feels so much longer truth sets in and the realization hits memories of the past come back in bits how can it hurt so much
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