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Poetry is her own kind of beautiful Actually she's a misfit She doesn't need to wear the latest thing She's comfortable in her own shoes
From day one, boys are taught to treat women with respect. These boys then watch their fathers vote for a man who claims you must “treat women like shit”.
I sitting can only ponder and never pen. Money dried hands, leads to moneyless happiness. Without money my words are dried but not because they were written paper,
Stay Gold You never know what the future holds, with our stories yet untold, our beautiful mind can't be sold, our words will be forever spoken forget the background noise, focus you are not broken. Show them you are strong,
Why cant you just teach me teach me how to walk the city streets without wondering if i will make it home teach me that i can wear that black leather skirt with that red V-neck with out
I will never forget last summer. I had always read in those girly books that the summer before senior year is a magical time of romance, ice cream, and sunny soCal beaches. I wanted to make summer memorable. But not for the reasons it was.
"Sit down" he screams "shut up" he screams The voice piercing the night sky The voice, that was once loved, is now the definition of hatred and loating
Lady Gaga's mama told her when she was young "We're all born superstars" But my mama stared down at me and told me I was born a trouble.
sleepless nights...her mind racing...she starts to cry. she yells for help...but it's as if no one can hear her. she panics, her mind still, she's confused, her soul is lost within itself.
She cannot be stopped. But can be broken. She is strong. But she is weak. She doesn't want to fight. But will cut down enemies to protect those she loves.
Look at all these presidents, They're all the same kind of gentlemen. Wearing their suits and ties. I wonder where are their wives. Sitting at home? Perhaps, I don't know Because they can't tag along.