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Alone, alive, yet frozen in time

The windows to my soul comprehends the everyday abuse of the world

Dear world I thank you for blessing me with hatred for hundreds of years and finishing it of with oppression, the perfect cherry on top

Your deep love and thoughtfulness drifts through my mind, I smile in anger that you feel obligated

Obligated to racially tell me

No, I am not enough

No, we are better

No, you are worthless

A cruise through my mind would bring upon you a peace never felt by man, calling him from an abyss filled of confusion and self doubt as you wade through my dark waters

Like silk, I'd pull the unending hate from his blackened heart, wrapping and binding it to the tree of life. Watching together as this world dies faster, I'd whisper in his ear look what you have done

My aura would bring a peace upon this hideous world that yells you are enough, you are beautiful, you are important, as it glided through a crowd of ordinary people shouting

BE CONTENT!

BE HAPPY!

TAKE WHAT IS GIVEN!

My mind wonders and thrives for not settling for a statistical life, it puffs out laughter rumbling from a aggravated gaze, thundering from a quizzical thought, pounding from a rageful unacceptance of this life, daring me to be different

People are alive but are not living, zombies among the actual realists. I am astounded with glee as I watch these everyday puppets on a string carry on. With blades as sharp as blood diamonds, I cut through those mentally abusing strings and watch with satisfaction as you try to walk, stumbling, legs wobbly as a newborn calf

I am alive, I am a vengeful queen, I am the shadow of life, I am the sands of time drifting through the Underworld, I am the blue skies closing in on a world of hypocrites and simple minded ginuea pigs, I am forgotten, then recreated, I am born again, yet dead, I am the foundation of THIS IS NOT ENOUGH

I am a uncaptured thought, I am a simple breeze guiding life to all the ends of the Earth, I am the Spring transferring into an endless Summer, I am shot down, I am the blood on a just used knife, the broken condom, the slap before the hurtful tears, happy, unrestrained, I am a child without a chance in a world full of possibilities

​​​​​​Hear me scream in this silent prayer, feel my words through an emotionless cry, comprehend my art as if its the simplest problem known to humanity, FEEL ME...for I AM HERE
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Hope being a fool's dream, settles in my heart encouraging the overall reconstruction of my people's mentality, spiritually settling their broken thoughts, doubt's, and fears

And then they would understand they are here too, and would rejoice in silence from escaping that dark, self doubting, unending, comfortable abyss

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