Belonging

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I am an American citizen  Born and raised a southwestern Virginian  A member of the USA's dominion  Yet people are still of the opinion
Why can’t I simply Walk in? The doors, they gleam Their thick glass, it seems Impenetrable. Inside I know their eyes Will corner me into the wall Why is it that they all
‘Count your blessings.’ The words of the preacher man, Pierced my heart. Let gratitude be your attitude. And your servitude to God and man, Will ascertain you altitude. But I was lost in the fields.
As humans, we desire to feel like we belong, To be with people who make us feel strong, As humans, we desire to feel acknowledged, To have others accept us and our vibrant knowledge. 
We belong if we wear our masks, We belong if we act like we arent stuck in the body we are in,  We belong but only if we hide our flasks, We belong if we tell everybody where we have been,
How does one learn to believe in love? what is it? Are we born with a love just waiting to find us? (it's pink plump hands itchy with giddiness and excitement- reaching out towards you)
My Youth  The World, the world, the world, Tiny, Big the world, It’s round or square, it’s in the Air! It’s here or there, it’s everywhere, It’s Blue, Green and full of We. It’s We the People, the Strong and Free. 
Dear Dumb Diary When I need someone to talk to no one listens, So I write in you. The best parts of my day And the things I can’t say You're always there. Just like little Junie B.
Hi  I'm 18 years old  Or should I say 18 years young  But old enough for to know my rights and wrongs.  It doesnt mean I always do what's right. 
The field was where I called them my children We hurdled through the pain We could almost be flying We simply throw a shot into the open Wonderous strength is of all is one of such marvel
Who am I?  My name is Ariel, but who am I?  I'm a mermaid and a princess lf the sea, but I'm not free. I may swim aimlessly with my friends, but I feel so lost.
Perfectionism We never fully satisfy it Thoughts of self compassion make it cringe Often it deceives Faultfinding limits our potential Cuts off love and belonging in life So scratch that-be free
  Shallow glimpses,An idyllic panorama.Fields of Elysium, here on earth -As far as the eye can strain.As wide as the voice can throw.   
It's been a whilesince demons have last made a home in mine,since I've last drowned in a sea of wordsseeing so many race across my eyes,but being unable to grab the right ones.Every time it happens, I'm afraidI always sink.  It's been a while sinc
My eyes snap open Why am I  strapped to a chair? My mind is groggy. Where am I? Most importantly, Who am I?   I don’t know much But I know that I am comfortable, I am at peace,
I don't belong in my family, that is how I see it.  I don't belong in my family, I know that they don't see it.  The thing came in,  adopted at two.  I know he is family,  he is my family too. 
him
See now it is over you are with him I must give up  and have hope for something else move on  move on  move on you have potential  move on your mind must belong to yourself 
I lived alone.   Not a soul nearby, I could cry and scream and nobody would hear a thing. I thought that was life. That was all. But you made me realize how small
The thing I need the most in life, Is the thing that others fight and die for. The loss of fear, from the lonely night; The thing that others fear the loss of. The unspoken feeling; my silent right,
I am but a flower, Found in the light of the sun, Swaying beneath your feet, Growing in the ground on which you run.   I am but a moment, Appearing in a season; However this so,
That aged gentleman Walking aimlessly Down the street, Jagged, broken, empty, He fits.   That weary mother Holding her crying baby At the bus stop, Pure, beautiful, blessed,
I am homeless though I have a home. I have never spent a night at my permanent address. It is my mom’s house, but not my home.   I am homeless though I have a home. I have a room on campus;
Mountains are majestic things For all of us to see But if I had to take the choice I think I would decide To not be this monument For the art of earth and sky Mountains are majestic things
I am tired and lost in my empty world Looking for answers to my questions Where do I belong? Where do I go next? What am I missing? Am I in the wrong life? Is it my hair, too short and too straight?
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    
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 must go back to hills again, to cold and snow and sky And all ask is a pair of skis and poles to balance by And cold that stings and wind that blows and white that hurts the eye
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.
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
focus focus focus wasting time in a book mind escaping once again focus focus focus
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
The beauty uplifted me.
Happiness can be considered as different things People find the joy in money Others find it in drinking But my happines is laughter I never knew that a smile from someone can make your day
Oh to live at Winter’s world Where snowflakes tingle your skin With a cooling delight unknown To Summer’s blistering touch To taste her ice-spun delights Safe from the sun’s harmful light
Hello, you there!  With the two eyes and feet, With a mouth so red, Looking so clueless and in defeat.    What are you, there? With the mystic sorrow gaze, Appearing so solemn,
Happiness is key to life and finding inner peace
When the skyline comes into view, I feel it.  When I crane my neck and squint my eyes to see the very top of the Sears turned Willis Tower, I feel it.  That sense of longing and that sense
I have always been the one left out. I would speak, but i was never heard. I would stand up, but get slammed down. With all the unheard words and the put downs.
Tired. Yearning for more. But I have You, with your warm arms wrapped so safely around me. I'm falling, but then warmth. You catch me, and I'm ok. Warmth, love and belonging
Sometimes you have to laugh At the lack of things to smile about
Difference is separated in a community Where it's hard to find another To break away from negativity Just to be together. Sometimes belonging never really feels equally connected
If smiles could be the measure of one’s wealth,she would be the wealthiest. Her smile is enchanting, beautiful and perfect,but a poor reflection of herself.
It’s kinda funny sometimes When I’m chatting online with my friends Ranting about the immigrant child life Trying to make my case to those who don’t understand   Funny because all my messages Come out
I am from out-of-the-notebook poetry, happy and sad. From broken Luna ukuleles and loud music. I am from the constant but happy silences, echoing into the night.
It hurts me, more than it hurts you Seeing the pain in your eyes makes me want to die I will never understand it, but I’ll do my best and try But I guess if nothing was said, I really didn’t know you at all  
The gates open for a vagabond with a smile, a clown with no home who has lived all alone, who never stays for a while. His hopes and dreams as it seams is to bring joy to the masses
This house is full of the sort of warmth that comes from good conversations and good books. A welcoming place that won’t change you, but will help you change if you want it.
The darkest of nights within it emerges death himself. The night seems to become one with him as he walks towards me. He is like the moonlight so white it glows.
With the moon hung high, And the droplets fall from the sky, And floating around was a lonely soul, Who woke from a muddy hole, With a thought, "Where am I?" In the Forgotten Forest
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