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The reflection in the pond of the five flowers that bloomed on the bank displayed like towers to my floor level frame.   Surrounded by the dirt and decomposed, and the water swamping my sorrowed leaves
As a child I saw the beauty that was, simply put, not me.   The other little girls in their pretty pink dresses and white ribbons seemed somehow more, better, and I
In front of you Are two books. One battered and old, The other new and untouched.   The new is simple, easy. You haven't had any hardships Trying to read it, interpret it.
A beautiful bird Shows off her ideal look It cloaks true beauty
A pack of bulls charge Toward a big red curtain. They fall from a cliff.
Lagoon. Clear like glass cup Uncovered by sunlight. No greenhouse gases are emitted. Lagoon.
Just like Father, With strength in my shoulders, Compassion in my veins, Others in my thoughts, I am one-track-minded.   Just like Mother,  With determination painted on my face,
To all my friends, I am quite jealous. To all my enemies,  I am quite jealous. For you, in contrast of me,  have a "best" friend you see,  who seems to make you quite zealous.   
When I look into the night filled sky  I see not stars but, rather, complete and utter darkness Fore all of the millions of star are to be found in your eyes  
The Seas And the Skies The color In his eyes Your hue makes me warm You’re a thunderstorm He holds the moon dear
"You must do well." But why? "You have to. You have to fight, you have to climb, no matter how rusted the latter is. "You have to do better than me." "You have to outshine the others."
Wispy clouds sweep across the vast ocean above Grass whispers the heartbeat of the tide Rolling gently out and back again Feathered fish dart into cloud-waves And you wish flying were so easy
McDonald's Always open Always serving Always there Just existing   McDonald's is the kid who never left home Grew up here Made a name for itself And never found a reason to leave
I once heard of two men who were deferred from hope. They stood and stood by a tree and never stopped. They hoped for someone to come that never came.   I once heard of a man who had his hope deferred.
At first, I thought I was a mix of my sisters.   They were complete opposites: One was cautious, one was reckless. One did well in school, the other struggled. One was popular, the other had few friends.
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I fear being compared,  
A pale white mask sits all alone Waiting to be put on and waiting to be shown. Hidden behind it is an identity unknown The flaws and imperfections everyone loathes.
NO
Flawless???
Mirror mirror on the wall,who's the brightest star? Who has the talent and looks to win it all?
I just woke up, my hairs a stickn mess With a flip of da wrist, I'm bringing sexy back Its 0 degrees outside, my cars still warm I parked in a garage, eat that Running late to school, teachers late
It took me years to realize that I’m more than just a comparison,A comparison to a magazine cover, to a GPA, to a friend or to a sibling.I’m not you, I’m not him, I’m not her… I’m me.  I’m just me.And I, am flawless.
You tell me I am flawed
When you were little, you were small. Everyone was. When you were little, no one cared about the size of your jeans, Just the size of your dollhouse and the shape of your backyard
I play softball,
Being impeccable is over-rated, unattainable, impossible, and even outdated. I prefer my goofy smile,  and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle, over that of a life monotonous with perfection.  
To be brought and to age      in a world of masks To be raised and trained      to forge my own To be afraid to be without it   At the end of the day      I'm still me
I was broken. Shattered.
I am a paradox with skin and bones. The Sleeping Repunzel you pass in the hall way.
I have feet that graze the ground with each step I take.   Legs so powerful that carry my weight   and knees that allow them to bend.   I have a stomach that supports the innermost parts of me
The people that reside here in this mess Would have you believe
I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed to be in this world created by God. Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed, Are exactly where he meant them to be.  
The images flashing across TV screens,
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
You are not invisible not in any way, shape, or form. I know you see things differently. you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking. You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever I want to make an impact that would change the world There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
A 17 year old child applying for college, built for success, wisdom, and knowledge. A plethora of information has been deposited into him, But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
I read the words that others wrote And feel like pepper repelled by soap How dare I float in their water My words by theirs can only falter Yet I cannot stop my pen from moving
the small ant that crawls
Look at her, look at me; its gold, versus silver, the sun against the moon.   Where she shines, I am dim; saught after, and alone, the Beauty and the Beast.  
The current that runs through the system like a live wire, and the electricity buzzing only burns me. Two loving parents, two low paying jobs, one bad economy, three children,
LoveThe largest ocean in the seaAnd the deadliestFor it has no islandNo escapeFor you will become blindFrom all the sharksPulling your leg like no tomorrowOnly gazing at the breath 
She traces the eyes of Teddy, taking in the glassiness ofthem, I take in the ocean depth of your eyes,breathing in all the swirls and zigzags and specks of orange.
We were holding handsYou were looking at meThe way boys always doWhen they want something moreI got up and walked awayI just wanted spaceWe were on a couch in a clothing store
These words I write Are Born from me, I’ve given them more Than just a sound, I’ve given them Life, An opportunity to Impress. It’s passion turns to heart and logic into mind.
Praying mute prayers; Prayers of which God refuses to hear. Speaking life yet swallowing death whole. Hell's Angel. Not in JET yet a true beauty. Not disfigured but with a figure that's crippling.
It is a filthy charge for the igniting of our tars papaya lips taste like        lime           salt              and chilies parted in popular positions they speak like a ring master artist
I cannot draw to save my life,Nor paint nor sculpt nor color;I cannot build inspired domes,Nor compose a simple measure.
Life like a blur Never stop to look around Life like a game Always constant enjoyment Life like a baby Being given opportunities Life like a flashlight Always shining and upbeat
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