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When plans go awry, we feel lost All we can think about is the cost
She once was a little flower Not knowing how to speak But when she did Something beautiful happened She became herself And learned from all her failures
Art, Abandoned and angry. Alleys and attackers. Alone, Alone, Alone. Art, Abandoned and angry. Avalanches and alligators. Alone, Alone, Alone.
i admire the crayons for no matter how you push or how hard the pressure they'll pick themselves up and cling to their other i admire the crayons for when in times of stress they melt together
You say that it's your job, that all you want is to teach us and to care and you don't see that you really can't. This class is only supposed to be about memorizing dates and places and people
"Hey! Remember me?No?Come on! Don’t you recognize me? Your best bud since that quiet scary night in 93. You were just a babe, remember, sleeping in the dark? When I swept in like a clever snake and crept into your heart.
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
(poems gIt’s test day for students of African descent The test is administered but the questions on the test is what the students resent Instead of opposition the questions are faced with submission
Someone once asked me the question, “What are your fears and your dreams?”
It's too hot, It's too cold, I'm tired, I don't want to go. All excuses to escape and hide from your fears and failures but what is really the thing