'identity'
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A lump of clay lays before me
Shape it with my abilities
Thorough, reliable, and cooperative
With endless possibilities
A bunch of wax pouring down
i am someone who knows what it's like
to feel that burning in the back of your throat when you hear someone you know
say those god damned words:
"i don't agree with it"
"not around my children"
I stand at a crossroads
Who am I?
Who do I wish I was?
Who do I want to become?
In three weeks
Four days
Your true enemies are not flesh and blood. They are not the people you don’t like.
Your enemies are not those people who mistreat you or the people who slander you.
Theme for English 4A “Who are you” That question is echoing in my head constantly Who. am.
Inconsistent little bugger,
one night here the next elsewhere.
While I lock eyes with the North Star
I barely catch others there.
Innocent in flare, youthful in passion.
What if this feeling is delusion
How can I know for sure I'm gay?
I was in the dark for so long
The light is disorienting
Cones and rods receive a technicolor world
But maybe it's illusion
For a long time I didn’t know—
like I had over my eyes a large blindfold,
some cosmic joke I still pay for
—but it turns out I don’t quite fit the mold,
any mold. In some other life the person
When I was a little girl
Pain was like a friend of mine.
It played with me on merry-go-rounds.
It slid with me on slides.
It was my shadow on hot summer days.
When I was a little girl
Pain was like a friend of mine.
It played with me on merry-go-rounds.
It slid with me on slides.
It was my shadow on hot summer days.
