No Poetry IINo poetry was written,No Poetry II
No fairytales were told. By a girl turned into woman,
by a woman who grew old.
All the fantasies of childhood,
Drowned inside her heart. Consumed by sense and reason,
A poem torn apart.
She married someone clever,
And watched her children grow.
And never thought of playgrounds,
And dreams of long ago.
And as she raised her daughter,
To avoid tragedy,
She told the girls no tales,
And read no poetry.
She brought up a young woman,
To be sensible and sane. The child would know no dreaming,
FaithlessThis world can leave me so faithless,Faithless
Greed so thinly concealed. The powerful eyeing the helpless Turning a young body into a battlefield.
Skeletons selling make-up and pearls. There is money in low self-esteem.
Somebody, reach out to the young girls,
Free them from the American dream.
Somebody, fight for the young boys,
Not given the freedom to cry.
Commercials aren’t just white noise,
They fill us with false hopes and then suck us dry.
Somebody, fight for our childhood,
We grow up too fragile, to fast, Somebody, tell me ho
Writing
Delighted
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" It is better to be hated for what you are
than to be loved for what you are not..."
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No matter what they think
or what they do,
No matter what they feel
Or what they see in you,
You're gonna get there,
Whatever they say,
And nobody's going to stand,
in the way
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" It is better to be hated for what you are
than to be loved for what you are not..."
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"If you think education is expensive, try ignorance."
Many Thanks,
Gary
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In Kira we trust
Dance like you’re the only one around
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