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Who is this beauty I see in the darkness? She is my reflection but calls me a different name. My lost eyes hold a desperate call for help, The moon is my soul The darkness is my comfort 
My afro Stems from Kings and Queens  With Unruly curls  Just like Me. It’s not perfect  In
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
I flick a cig and it lands on a leaf, Burns to the ground and spins my beliefs, Here is where I see a glimpse of hope, A visual summary.   Time and time again, I see this reflection,
I looked up at the sky Wondered who am i ? Will I be defined by my gender Or by the women before me
The letters across my back shout the truth so urgently so vividly that no one can deny.  The world so clearly seen from behind.  But in the front, a hollering silence fills the void, even those of gifted ears
Film class A documentary, my teacher says The bear man appears on the screen He lives with them The Bears “Dangerous creatures” he says into the camera He loves them
I have learned a lot from poetry. It has taught me to be unique. If everything is the same,  things tend to look bleak. Society wants everyone to fit perfectly in a frame
What makes us so beautiful, is the fragility of life.   One moment it's there, and the next it not.   The simplicity of some, and the complexity of others,
I have two arms And a few legs A torso, sure And a head And a few organs, I'm told Maybe some teeth and some bones I look at you And you do too You look like me, a body with a soul
One day When I rise above my yearns. The pains that I've seen incoming Will be like yet another take on life.
Think. You are a living, breathing, being In this life of so much meaning But do you think about your beating heart?
In order to prosper, they say Act, believe, and think the same way But for them, prosperity isn't happiness For them, commonality is their only steadiness  For them, uniquities are only a nuisance
What's so bad in being a lonely star? I know it's a rough start But I've chosen this path I'm a shiny star In the middle of sameness At least i have oneness With the maker of my star
This overwhelming tension is so blissful. How your soul is not resentful. You're the definition of freedom, unique spirit that's so seldom. Exterior of a goddess, superiority on every asset,
# Unique Love is the Best Love   B eauty is in the eye of the beholder E xcept love isn’t about beauty
I look around me All of my family As if they were Fresh white paint On a wall I am a black smudge On that wall I am different From them all I look at my friends
I haven't forgotten the girl whose name no one knew. She never let herself be The person people didn't see, But she never was reason for rumors either. She only did what made her content.
Left and right, front and back people Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that Slide. All for Saving their legs. The ding Sounds a high pictched tone. A  Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
Surrounded by so many faces,a sea of people,Each one unique and different from the other.Each with his/her own storyA unique pastA unique futureBut each has had their fair share of struggles,
Every year starts with a resolution for many, but for me it was an epiphany. First some humor; resolution broken down is, "re-solution,"
I cant breathe! YOUR world suffocates me. YOUR world, Yes! YOUR world because You have never made me feel welcomed in it. Am very much the alien, lost in YOUR world. Never ceasing to remind me that I am different.
I am unique, like my fingerprint. I cannot be changed. My pride, the rainbows that surround me, are me. JUST KIDDING! I'm gay, but rainbows don't come near me. I mean, come on,
This past year has had its share of drama Not to mention emotional trauma But the one thing I’ll remember At the end of December Was the love we received from our mama   At times things seemed so bleak
She was an artist,  She was a beautiful, lost soul,  Everyone knew she would change the world, Except for her,  She did not know what she would do,  She did not know her potential, 
Please Don't laugh at me Don't point at me Don't snicker when you see me Don't giggle at my pain Or smile when I fail I am only who I can be Don't pick on me because I am different
The thing I’m most superficial about Is my own uniqueness   When I was a little kid It was important to me That I’d pick a different color or number
My loving son When you were born dark clouds of desperation suddenly disappeared from my life for ever because god had sent you for this unique reason your innocent face and
You know We’ve been faced with assignments in middle school Dealing with subjects like Reading, Math, history And writing too
The lips of my brain Were born to be insane Driven to rust Life was clearly my lust  My worth defined by dirty words that often weren't even heard A soulful sorrow of judgement
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Why is it That a ninth-grade Honors English teacher has to tell thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year-olds Not to look up ideas for a slam poem assignment Why is it
You are unique. Though this may not be the life you seek, All around, you will see, You are what people will never be.    I was born who I am, And my life is not an anagram.
The girl in front of me Is not someone to be hidden But to be seen by humanity And not let it be forbidden  
I'm not playing this game hate to disappoint  but i’m not your little monkey that jumps at your tune, i’m not joining in and definitely not your partner in this cruel little dance.
Poetry is not a thing, it is a feel. Poetry is the conglomerate of emotions, stories, and verbal actions put together in the form of perfection. The poet is the background that the poetry uses as a support system.
"Remember my darling - you always have each other." I couldn't tell if it was true or not, my soft brown-green eyes were always searching for someone else that didn't look like me.  
The more experience you gain the less you realize you actually know.... life is a glorious spectacle and the best part of this gift we are given only once.... is making it your own. Im the only me with the accomplishments only I earned.
Being yourself is the best thing you can be, Unique is the right word to desribe what you should be, Love yourself like no other, Be real with yourself, and others,
I've been asked, "Describe yourself in one word." But one word cannot describe all that I am. A sweet, shy girl is all they may see, But best believe that ain't all of me. So let this poem give you a taste;
Those who don’t know me call me weird Those who love me call me a bird I spread my wings up and I set to fly but then I realize I still have awhile
I don't have an aestheticI don't want an aestheticwhen I hear aesthetic,  I think anesthesia and I don't want to go to sleep
"Who Am I?" A Question I now ask myself daily. Am I the girl who smiles at random strangers? Am I the girl who hands the homeless a sandwich? Or am I the girl who is lost?
Fuck. ... ... ... Might as well start this With my best foot forward. Do you want the story? Emotional exploring? A lot has happened In the last 20 years. ... ... ... Relatively so.
The College Board. What a horrid name for an equally horrid institution. It decides our futures based on the experiences of our pasts to guide our presents. It presents us
I look in the mirror I see a reflection of a complection  that I am unable to read I see a teenage girl she is hispanic she has bags under her eyes maybe she does not get enough sleep 
La-la, la-la, la-la It is I, Adventruous, Ridiculous, Eccentric,
Sitting in the corner, stuck in wonderland Sipping coffee, black Stupid for pondering my religion Easy to entertain, amuse me please
People always ask me what my plans are What is my future, my college, my major, my career
I am a voice for t
There is no end to the madness. Yet there is no definite beginning. Some say it’s all feel. Others say it’s all preparation. Creativity is it’s bloodline. Imagination lies at it’s core.
Eyes are our passageways to see the world In one simple movement, eyes reveal a kingdom of color and life from a realm of darkness
Standing on a hill Feels like I am queen of the world The city lights dance before my innocent eyes The whispers that float to my ears You are beautiful The world is beautiful If only we could see
It's funny to think I've been called type A. That we could label a person with letters, put them into groups. I'd say I don't fit characteristics of anyone else.
us black women, like samples at a grocery store set out to be picked over but is  never fully paid for .
  who am i? what defines me? is it the amount of likes i get? the exposure of my breasts? the filters i select? does the camera do a good job of capturing my IQ?
We enter this world small and fragile Taught to glide under another's shadow
Who am I when nobody can see? Behind closed doors and darkness, I am truly me. Guarantee.   I am the one with the big heart. You know…? The one that always ends torn apart.
I am different I am interesting I am loved I am full of love I am brown eyes I am brown hair I am not skinny I am not fat I am beautiful I am not society I am an individual
A classic night on the town no one knows whats under the gown. Is it a man, a woman, a being perhaps? now its left to people to fill in the gaps. Oh it's a man, sure as can be-
Selfies? Those arent me my words represent the truest version of myself without filters I have never sounded more like myself people go years without finding their voice well, I have found mines and made it known
Awe
She sat there wondering Staring at the window glass  The rain trickled down
What I Am by Jadon Brown   What more do I have than what I am? An incomplete vessel in the hands of the potter,
Sometimes the biggest picture, Of who we think we are, Is found in an illusion that, We broadcast near and far. We avoid certain ideas, And don't let concepts out. We won't let others see us,
Like wind, I'm unpredictable. Bringing a breeze, I cause people to move in my direction and not be still. Making the day that much better, to know I am wanted and not wished to go away.
No I did not "wake up like this" This took time 
Stared in the Mirror.  
If everything's possible, is it possible for me to b
I'm a leader. But my value doesn't depend on how many followers I have.   Picturesque.  Pounds of makeup doesn't define beauty nor does 100+ likes on a photo.  Social Media. 
How can I say Im flawless  When the world tries to make me feel less How can I say I'm smart  When Im not on top of the honor roll charts The world tries to tear me down
How can I say Im flawless  When the world tries to make me feel less How can I say I'm smart  When Im not on top of the honor roll charts The world tries to tear me down
Everyone believes that filters make themselve look better No one looks at the true beauty behind the big bulky sweater
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Whom hold's that position? Whom is this beholder and what gave him, or her the right to set beautiful's standards. I may not have the biggest bust, but my heart is by far huge.
Nature is a mystery, but I am unique. The world spins around in an orbit, but my head spins through imagination of wild stories. Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,
“Which filter should I use”? I want to look tan. I want to look flawless. And I know I can. I find comfort in my flaws; The freckles on my nose and my frizzy hair. The way my eyes shine in the sun.
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become The crazy twirl that destincts Who she is   The girl I was years ago is gone
I can feel my blood boil. My eyes picking out all the imperfections. Harsh criticism that makes me bleed from the inside out.
Mom and Dad you can't write my script, this y'all will never understand. I am my owm person,I do what I want, not meetings yours or anyone else's demands.
I take the consequences Good or bad I take the zero If I deserve that I fight for fairness Even if I get hurt real bad Standing up for whats right
Look at me behind my mask Look and see who I really am If looking could be made more than a task You’d see the mask was all a sham I built a wall and so did you We hid across the way
There are no flaws with the body I wear.
When I was a young child, I loved myself. I confidently strutted my polka-dot sweater and striped skirt,
Filters - Everything, Everyone By filters we are run They filter our food And any words 'rude'  When did we lose What made us true? - Please, please Listen to me
“You walk funny.” These words have plagued my school experience. No one knows the reason behind this walk, They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
a past coverd by inkwell black and white memories and a preasent full of unfamilar faces  who am i? unplugged i am glowstick; a light in many colors and shapes  My feet are as smooth as my words 
Me.
Long brown hair. Big brown eyes. Gap-toothed mouth. Breasts big size. Long nailed fingers. Cold back heart. Fat filled stomach. Such unique art. I am different.
"I am Flawless" I mean I guess....I didn't always think so though. The way my stretch marks curve over my lower. The baby tooth I have that refuses to come out.
Start with a thrift store doll and strip away the frilly dress   give her black skinny jeans and a band t-shirt for comfort   put boots on her feet so she can trudge through any mess
Time is moving fast I wish I can slow it down But Some people I be messing with they never come around It's like I'm the only one that's down You can ask my town
Me and You We going to rendezvous Because I love you boo And
I wake up every morning asking myself Is that really you? Why was I born this way? all these flaws I see in the mirror looking at myself could I change these flaws?
There was this little boy Who was born Who was born with some troubles
Flawless It is just a word People strive to become it People die to become it But it is just a word Beauty is in the eye of the beholder That's one person's opinon
Put Yourself in their position
we fall in love in those in-between moments, like when the sun is buried right at the brink of that fine line and if you want to know the truth,the boy i sit next to in physics drew the horizon.
I wouldn't be the flawless person I am today if life hadn't taken it's course.
There once was a little girl with brown eyes so big you'd think she'd seen a ghost, and tangled waves of hair that fell around her face The little girl with big brown eyes and wavy hair was excited to see the world
On which hour on thy social media, thee wilt findeth a miniature of oneself, But what lie beneath the mask, the true visage? If thy mask be uncovered, what wilt thou findeth in thyself?
You are Perfect being you    Be crazy, be happy, be full of imagination   Dont hide behind filters, show the real you    Embrace those moles, those scars, let your flaws run free  
love your photograph   it's now all social media don't fear criteria   getting likes, sharing pictures everyone has different scriptures.   sometimes people feel insecure
Through my eyes only I can see, The faults, the flaws that lie within me. The way my hair falls to the side,  The way my eyes squint when I smile. The movements I make when my hips sway,
Looking at my reflection every morning Never knowing what to expect Some days I love it     some days I hate it But one day I look inside the reflection and see someone beautiful
I see you, Standing by my side. Waiting to catch me when I fall. Ready to help me out.  We all act as if we united We are one We are powered But how united are we?
Freak by: Sophia vazquez They call me a freak Every word against me, my anger rises to the peak.
No, I am not Kelly Clarkson I really do have hazel eyes, Its where my conscience hides It tells me I am beautiful But I deny It sings me lullabys when I cry about how pretty hurts,
Gap
 I was once an ugly black girl with a big gap
Modern times are curious. My eyes see the refreshed feed that refresh me and make me see. Fancily Photoshopped fellas “free of flaws” but they are unable to emulate me. Modern times are curious, see?
Many women are ashamed of their bodies. I was. I hated my stringbean figure, My straight hair that never does what it is told, My thick legs, My freckles, My glasses and my eye color.  
Give in to the nrom, What's the harm in that? A good little robot Trained to think like them. Not for me. I'm breaking out, a runaway, Trying to be who I really am. The road will be harsh,
I am 1 out of 7,207,810,299 simply because I am human.
The world is full of hate drenched in the cynical behavior that we come to know women are starving to achieve the level or perfecton that photo editors create children are bullied
I woke up like this, this is how I'm made. I learned from Gaga when she said, "Baby, I was born this way". Everyone's unique, and perfect and true. This is true for me, and it's true for you too. 
They tell me who I am, What I should be like, What I will do. They don’t understand.
Why be shy? I am Beautiful I am Bright I just a girl He is just a guy  
I look up and see the stars above
You tell me to Be me, yet  you say its not good enough.   I consider what you say and remember onE thing  
There is one thing I can say That makes me who I am today My best quality things  Than can be physically seen  Thunder thighs   Because I am a runner
The other day I was met with a question that I didn’t quite have an answer to. In the middle of class, they said “Who are you?”   Now this sounds a bit strange, seeing as I had been
Water runs so slow Patiently cutting a path I am unstoppable
Concrete blocks on the sidewalk A bounce in every step A beam for each passing face A passion firing to every heart A simplistic reminder
Flawlessit makes me feel lawless.Like I could do whatever I want,and then just flaunt it.But I sit and think,what's that thing that makes me in sync?
She flies in the inner city. Surrounded by different flocks, which one is best to join? Colorful birds flying in the sky Why can't she be more like them? Wings, large and wide,
Imperfectly perfect My flaws make me flawless For my flaws are who I am and I don't give a damn You may see differently Maybe as boring or ugly But all I see is me Unique in everyway
I am me and no one else; A cluster of stars, Made of gentle fish kisses, Covering my flesh, With tender softness.   My eyes reflect the moon,
Her Happiness By Adriana Gutierrez    
I am the uninvited guest at a party in December.
A feeling is awakened in your soul Somewhere only music can reach A swelling in your heart A tingle all over Emotion rushing over you Peace, sadness, anger, happiness Beauty in the form of emotion.
Doesn't it
its a cover its a page its a hand with a pen its a rainbow Its a sky its the waves And the sand its hopefull it inspires its what i love Its happiness.. its mine  
What makes me smile? Well that's a funny question, For the things worthwhile, To me at least, Are simply a facial expression.   A sparkle in the eye,
I am different. At times, even belligerent
A slim waist. A perfectly proportioned face. No shape. Fake. The idea of a role model is twisted and deflicted by society. See girls are told to love them selves
the way you move your  body is so fly  and you know what I like u and you like me you know you want   me so come and get me I know you  because you say I,m fly , yousay you want to kiss me
When all is gone I will always have my factory. Her gears twist and turn and shout out with the clank of imagination as plates drop from one machine to the next, proving that it was worth the stretch to the next step.
The day you left, Marked a day where a part of me was gone. When your spirit left your body, It took a part of me with you. I was in despair, Yearning for the days that you come back,
He Is Bliss    
Love the scent of Chicago cuisines, 
Great in battle, the strongest warrior- I am that I am. Loving and merciful, grateful and beautiful- I am that I am. The one who is, was and is to come, Elshaddai, Emmanuel- I am that I am.
The coming of freedomThe trails ablaze from our stepsLighting the spark to our final showdownRefuse again, the cries of defeatCome, let us get up again on our feet
I own my daysWeekdays? I got this. I succeed.But it's on Saturday and Sunday that I feedMy soul.I do what makes me happy.I live my life the right way, but my wayWhen I do chores, it's still play
My golden eyes hide behing the pounds of mascara that shade my natural beauty.   Constrained by the norms of society I fake it until I can one day make it, Hoping for a chance to be myself,
I sit in my classrooms alone and quiet, I have a lot to say but I just to hide it. Some say I'm shy, quiet, and nice, Others say I'm weird, loud, and I need advice. I say, they all need to think twice.  
People say wonderland's not real but in all reality it's everywhere for everyones wonderland's  in our minds a place to go  when you want to be alone
Say what you will about my country But I am proud of her in every way Instead of uniform We, the people, are strong in numbers of uniqueness Unique and strong Like a puzzle that fits
Eek
You tell me I'm unique and they say I'm a freak. Excuse me, sir; but who gave any of you permission to speak?
Just like a clock i stand there Watching, waiting, judging. Hopeful that maybe one day you'll look at me and not in angst or anger. Maybe one day you'll hear my ticking as calming gesture
It's not enough anymore just to work hard, when there's a million others out there going more than the full 9 yards, Walking unrecognized in the direction of the masses,
IMAGE   Image is a strong word for girls and guys both.  It's not the word of the bird, but the sense of the matter.  It's about what you can afford,
You are not beautiful. Not in conventional ways, that is.  You are not beautiful because you have a little extra roll of fat just below your belly button.             You are beautiful because
In a world of oblivion All are forgotten here Some try for rememberance But to all there's an end So in this fast-moving world      I give my verse  
  The day begins,
Our culture has created a monster.  Society says that to be pretty you have to be thin, blond, blue eyes, etc.  My little sister doesn't think she's pretty enough. She wants to dye her hair, lose weight, etc. 
Sitting alone Knowing what I have done
What does it mean to be unique? They tell me it's just being yourself. How do I fight oblivion? Shouldn't I know these things. I have to amount to something. I need to be different,
If you try to mold me
Do you ever just wonder, Listen, and wait?Before that moment is gone - its too late.That moment is behind us, Its stuck in the past.But why let that stop you, Must the pain last?
We
Laws and rules and regulations of fools
They are the people, they are the crew, They are the ones who might scare you, They don't play no same games, That's why no one knows their names,
Everyone want to be different abstract unique dare i saw it, hipster.   These people write, these people are emotionally unstable,  these people are infamous for being damaged,
A mixture of work and play keeps me
sun trickles away 
My skin is whiter than the snow that kisses the peaks of the mountains My roots are more knarled than the roots of an aged willow My hair, my eyes, my mouth None of them are ordinary.  
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
If I were to change something big or small Would it be my height? Sometimes I were I were small But this would only please myself temporarily No, have confidence. I AM TALL  
  Under The Blue Moon             As beautiful as a dream             Pitch perfect as can be             You shine like the sun, brighter than any light,
  One of a Kind             Smug like a man             Crazy like a goat             Yet you reap my heart             A good friend            
If I could change anything about the world. It would be how we see the shapes of human bodies and how they are percieved to be ugly or undesireable.   We tear down those who are too skinny
  Skipping daintily on his merry little toes The Pied Piper plays his tune. And laughing happily as he goes His eyes do glisten like the moon.   He beckons on with fiery force
Greetings stranger, I am from the O.s. galaxy; many aliens have died in futile attempts to battle. Welcome to my mind, the requiem of of reality.
Society: Be yourself, but not like that!That’s all I seem to hear.People encourage you to be unique,but blast it on Facebook that you’re weird.This world seems to love to bring you up,
Can you see it?   Hold your breath now, It's flighty like a bird.   Do you hear it?   It is quiet But it's hardly ever slurred   Can you feel it?  
The shack The shed The grass has bred The leaves are dry The trees are dead The path forgot where once it led The birds no longer fly the sky The wind whispers words once said
please beware the end is near when it gets here i expect you to care if you do then head my advice if you dont youve been warned for when we reach the end the rope
I believe that once I was a beautiful being A being meant to live amongst the stars Worshipping one God and helping nature also praise Him I once believed I could've moved mountains,
Vivid poetry shows imagery of what life should be…   (hold on, deep breath, enunciate, speak louder)
My hair is a big rat's nest filled with tangles My eyes are soft geen lilypads floating on the water My legs are long and run fast My brain is a planet of fairytails and imagination
I smell the savory cardboard box From across the room..
  The Sun sets every noon at twelve o’clock in June. Square shell feathers chirping in their square straw nests, Hung in the middle of a tree, Whose grown in line like army rows, missing leaves.  
When your given a chance,  To show the world who you are, You better believe, You'll feel like a star, Just one chance, Thats all it takes, Make your life a little brighter,
Find your placeWhether it be crowdedAnd shroudedMaybe people galoreBut something you should know isYou may still be aloneYour place may be crampedSmashed and bashedInto a tiny corner
Parageusia I'm high off parageusia
It doesn’t matter to me Where you want me to be I want to be free and fly And I don’t even have to be high As I fly from here through the sky On my way to the ocean Where the steady motion
the feeling of power swallows the soul into an abyss ofan evil being we thought would be never capable.but then there's the mighty ones turning that power into a beacon of hope and a brighter future for man kind.
The scarf that rests upon my head In Arabic, "Hijab" May seem to some a fearful threat Mysterious to some.   The names, the teasing. Whispering. The silence of my tongue replies
YOU
You're teaching me things every day. I learn more about you: The things you like, And the things you don't like. It's all very interesting. You're a very unique and special person to me.
To run away from ridicule One hides behind a mask of lies
The walls just keep crumbling... Into the sea in which I keep fumbling As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
We walk the halls in single file lines. Our desks are arranged in straight, narrow rows. Classrooms have the appearance and resemblance of prison cells. Our uniforms take away our individuality. 
                                                                                                   
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  I am insane. Accept it or not. I am not the type to change just for any person. So don’t even try,  Because I will never alter.
Terrifying, yes. But unconquerable, no. Confidence is key. 
The breeze, so warm and pleasant. The flowers, so beautiful and colorful. The voices of the kids playing across the street, so cute and heartwarming. The sound of the ice cream truck, so inviting and addicting.
We line up like marching ants We listen to the Queen Bee.   Tell me what to do  Tell me what to be    I sweat  I smell I stress   The #2 pencil shakes in my hand
Lips, pierced, lined but swollen. Eyes narrowed, but your content was stolen. Purple outlines, slits along my jaw, like nails they scrape but my eyes, they call.
I am a Brown Skinned Girl Constantly being judged Thinking, is it my eyes, my hair  my long brown curls
Silently I dance To the beat of my own drum I care not about the looks I get, Nor for the people that they're from.   Who are they to judge me?  Those too afraid to be unique
 
Who is to say what a win or a loss is? I believe the magnitude of the win should be measured like beauty Only in the eye of the beholder, should it be judged.
Fly
  We were made to be different. We were made to stand out. But sometimes life is hard And we just want to shout. Sometimes we want to scream from a rooftop. Other times we want to lock our doors.
Booty shorts. That’s what he brought back for me. After telling him repeatedly, just how unflattering they were to a woman's body He brings me booty shorts. KEY WEST written nice and tight
Individuality is a rarity We live in a world of carbon copies Of mass productions A world where uniqueness is taken for granted And similiraty is highly evident
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold. Not one can abate my hunger, my disease, I've come upon these thoughts to ponder, The substantial blank you bring appease. To whom to which the eyes behold,
I saw a million people Standing on a hill, Under the grey and square sky. When I went to ask them, What they were doing, They remained silent.  
When I look around I see conformity. We try to be the same to maintain a sense of normalcy but it just constricts our voices. The world is closing in around us,
I’m not perfectI’m not very smartI know I’m differentBut I don’t careBecause I want toChange the worldAnd I’m not goingTo stand aroundLike the restOf you pansiesWho are afraid
I love fashion because it is like an extension of my personality and what kind of mood I'm in. It can invite people in and show the softer side of me. Our choice of clothes represent inner desires and emotions which we want to show or hide too.
if you never stop questioning what you're toldwhat you're shownwhat you're guaranteedwhat you're spoon-fed by the hand ofstingyswinishshrewd and slybusinessmenwell that's half the battle.
Why write poetry? Why bother at all? Now, it might seem like it's going to rhyme like I just stepped out of a story book, but it's not going to tinkle; it's not going to be pretty
The reason is simple. It’s not black and white. My pen is drawn to paper with ease For once, my mind is free. Words flow to and fro. I write for emotion. My feelings run with every thought.
Words that are for the wisdom we choose to seek  Predators circle its prey until its last breath  Dictators watch as it its it solemn flesh Stuck in one’s mind of the already decided
Do not tend to me,  For I am untouchable, I am the Wind,  the Fire,  the Earth. You are Water,  your ebb and flow always pushing me  to you and from you, but for no longer.
When a thought is born, A transformation happens. It flows through my hands And onto paper.
What have done again? My goodness you did that wrong. Stop stop stop do it this way. I swear men your killing me. Is like talking to the wall with you. Can you ever get anything right?
What have done again? My goodness you did that wrong. Stop stop stop do it this way. I swear men your killing me. Is like talking to the wall with you. Can you ever get anything right?
I am...strong, loyal, patriotc. I care about my country and my fellow brothers at arms. Brotherhood is significant to me. Knowledge is imperative to me. Trustworthiness is considerable to me. Striving for exellence in all I do. I am myself...
I was born by myself I do not need anyone else Walk by myself Trust nobody else Go about it myself Believe in myself I even celebrate myself
You don't really follow dreams You fight, You chase You lose, You win A struggle of accepting and denying parts of what you believe. Defining why you are here. Why you should be  
I can only be what I was made to be-- me. I see people all around me,  talking, bashing, criticizing. When I hold my instrumental pen,  that illuminates the depth of my soul,
How did you see me? Was it the color upon me? There is nothing different about this faceless creature So now I ask
    Only the cutters know why they cut.     Only the runners know where they run.     Only the dreamers know what they dream.     Only the gamers know how to game.
I am more than Science and Math A's and Honor Roll Brains and Glasses Braces and Books I am Music and Languages Poetry and Art Pictures and Colors, Vibrations and Sounds ...Expression!
No matter how big, No matter how small, I will make a difference, That will touch the hearts of all. No such boundaries, Can tear me down Because I am me And I don’t frown.
When he was born, he was special. He learned things a different way. He seen the world through unique eyes. He spoke in the way he thought others spoke. Some seen him as stupid, but I seen him as unique.
Once upon a time, I tried to be like you.  I tried to act and look the same, and like the same things too.   I used to be your shadow, but now I've got my own. I am done being a copycat; today, I stand alone.
Manipulative, Greedy, Selfish, King. In a world so claimed to be run by democracy, it sure feels like a monarchy. Like a pharaoh atop his throne in great heights,
Define yourself Are you blending into the background Like the kids in the back of class Or are you as bright as The pink elephant in the middle of the room Does your mind sit still Like a singer on hiatus
They're soft they're stretchy sometimes made out of mesh you can always find one on my head they line my walls leaving a rainbow they speak to me to choose them they want to be worn
Who
My name is Syed. It means leader in Arabic. I was named after the many respected Muslim leaders before me. Yesterday my name was reserved. Tomorrow my name will be outgoing. In my dream my name was optimism.
Heading home for lunch is the only highlight I have and it’s too long for my liking. They call me Grumpy; my six brothers know better than to bug me. I ignore them and worry about my own business.
I am a dream. I wonder what “to exist” entails. I hear it’s wonderful “to exist” and I want to exist, to BE, but still I am worse than dead – INERT!
Your mouth screams individuality, but what you fail to realize is that there is a label on your heart that reads "product of society". You think you're rare and unique,
Here we go again The record players broken Its hard to miss Hearing all that’s unspoken I’m sick of this Waiting for the lights to go out
In body, I am much the same, The mind however's, a different game. I am not bound, on earth to tread, Nor to sail, the seas of dread. Not constrained, by death or time, I am free, I've learned to fly.
I forgot to do my homework "Dude that's so gay!" My mom won't let me hang out tonight "Aw man that's gay" How does this top make me look? "incredibly gay"
ha ha ha look at her fat! fatty fatty 2X4 couldnt fit through the kitchen door! ha ha ha you pick on me because im twice your size you pick on me because i dont care what you think
This is a tale of a Castor Canadensis who, as most beavers, was built for life in the water North America's largest rodent by the name of Mr. Memphis was skilled in swimming and an amazing doctor.
before i was alive my mom and dad went through so troubling times my older brother jordan was the first he survived they didnt know of the horrible painfull fate pregnancy after pregnacy failed
Nothing is a given, Nothing is for sure, Nothing guarantees, You’ll live another day That which makes you who you are, Is solely up to you
Crystals of ice hand-crafted by the divine White as the aura of a newborn babe Unique, complex, exceptional Beauty in its most natural form
The time passes by unnoticed is it leaving so fly it happens so quickly like the change that happens in or world from friends to enemies Is it because we are not alike why?the media changes who we are
From the birth One was looked at as unusual weird, not normal But why the eye deceives one to judge Not of what you know but of what you see Its hard when your trying to be Not like he or she But to be you
Who I am It’s hard to describe But something lies in between both eyes A vision to be greater More than me Bigger than the bigger picture More than free Who I am I may never decide
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