balancing act in the middle of life dangling six feet off the ground half-struggling against the darkness half-straining against the light cursed with enlightenment choked on the fruit that went down bitter stared down the barrel of willful ignorance and tried to pull the trigger dismissed the advice of...
it's kind of disturbing
one day when i am old should i live that long and the earth doesn’t explode and the sun doesn’t burn us to a crisp and melt our bones will i i wonder see peace true peace
i offer my apologies to those i will offend by saying that i hate the way your labels make me feel constricted and confused body alienated from my mind what if this world was run by me and you were the unwanted kind?
if i could live my life again do it all over in just one day i’d hit the ground running letting no unkind words lead me astray if in your eyes and words i seem to be unafraid know that the battle scars i’ve earned have been carefully buried...
dear mirror myself you owe me i paid my dues in blood where’s my change? you showed me things that were not real to see your lies wounded me whipping against my skin drawing thin welts of red used me abused me confused me mentally
Something fun! Kind of.. you know i tried my hand at love and came away with ragged nails torn and bloody fingertips and open cuts crisscrossing my palms my reward for trying to hold something that fought to be released
can’t you hear them crying out for release and shouting out for peace and justice and lingering wandering this realm of inequality
Honestly, I’m just grateful to be here. I give thanks and praise to my Creator for making the world and making it possible for me to exist in it. I thank my parents, Gary and Patricia Lindsey, for birthing and raising me to be the woman I am. I...
what you don’t know about me will contribute to your failure to surpass me such history that you refuse to see that directs my steps toward victory continuously underestimating me attributing my dreams to simple lunacy
you wanna be my pusher, man? get me hooked on that sh.t have me searchin’ the streets diggin’ underneath rocks and trash peeping in windows playin’ stick up games while i’m ridin’ that train feelin’ high feelin’ high struck with a sickness only you can cure
it was a childhood dream to say “when i grow up i want to be..” if i grow up if i make it out of here alive
it’s a sin and a shame how you mistreated me trampled on my innocence buried my hopes and dreams alive with no chance of surviving this harsh climate of suppression forcing me to swallow my anger my mistrust my complaints go unheard because under the weight i’m suffocating
lost my pristine wings when grace was rescinded there’s no mercy for the likes of me made to wander as a flightless bird cursed and marked blessed and clean i live among The Fallen and rest among The Meek hoping to inherit the Earth cross and crescent burned into...
when will we stop excusing the ignorance that passes for innocence the buffoonery that dilutes the existence of greatness within when will it stop
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