I want to be good,
Mama,
Have lots of friends,
Lots of beaus
And such.
I want to make
The world accept me
As it has everyone else,
Mama.
I want to laugh
Like a fool
And smile
Like a clown,
Mama.
I want to be
Everything
Everyone want me
To be,
Mama.
But we can't
Have all
That we want.
I'm sorry,
Mama.
Laughter
Falls around
Like broken glass.
Mind it cuts you,
Mind it stabs you.
But when the shower ends,
Don't pick up
A shard
And do what the rain could not do.
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Sun dappled ground
Upon which to walk
Far away from
The existence procured
By connections forced,
Not allowed to grow
Like a sapling
Which will be
A grand tree.
Walk away,
To be free
To be.
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Isn't it
A nice day,
To go skiing
Off a cliff.
Into the lush,
Green foliage.
Emerging
From said foliage
In a bathing suit
In which
To dive
Into the waiting
Ocean.
Swimming
In said ocean
To a water plane
That goes up
Above a field.
Over which
To jump out the plane.
Falling till
The parachute
Prolongs life
By one more day.
Said day
Spent lying
In said field
Till the sun says goodnight
And the sky
Is beaded with stars.
Isn't it
A nice day.
A nice day,
To go skiing
Off a cliff.
Into the lush,
Green foliage.
Emerging
From said foliage
In a bathing suit
In which
To dive
Into the waiting
Ocean.
Swimming
In said ocean
To a water plane
That goes up
Above a field.
Over which
To jump out the plane.
Falling till
The parachute
Prolongs life
By one more day.
Said day
Spent lying
In said field
Till the sun says goodnight
And the sky
Is beaded with stars.
Isn't it
A nice day.
In a school building,
Long time ago,
Two girls,
5,6 or 7,
Skins white
And the colour
Of a ripe butternut,
Put down another girl
Because her skin
Was the colour
Of the earth.
Her hair,
Thick with small tight curls.
Her hands,
Full of dark lines
Like a badly planned map.
The little girl
Wished her skin
Was lighter.
Her hair straighter
But her hands
Were hers to keep.
Time passed,
The girl grew,
She travelled,
She read
And soon,
The once little girl
Realised,
That her hair,
Her skin,
Her hands
Were just parts of her,
And the most important part
Was her mind.
That girl
Was,
Is Me.
Long time ago,
Two girls,
5,6 or 7,
Skins white
And the colour
Of a ripe butternut,
Put down another girl
Because her skin
Was the colour
Of the earth.
Her hair,
Thick with small tight curls.
Her hands,
Full of dark lines
Like a badly planned map.
The little girl
Wished her skin
Was lighter.
Her hair straighter
But her hands
Were hers to keep.
Time passed,
The girl grew,
She travelled,
She read
And soon,
The once little girl
Realised,
That her hair,
Her skin,
Her hands
Were just parts of her,
And the most important part
Was her mind.
That girl
Was,
Is Me.
I could go to the moon,
And it would be the same,
The world full of deception
Is what I will see.
No one to trust,
No one but me,
Must see your soul
Before I show you mine.
Everywhere lies a trap,
Everywhere lies an obstacle,
Every step made with care,
Every dream comes with fear.
Must do everything right,
Must never do wrong.
Passion runs deep
Under the fear.
But wherever I go,
Wherever I stay,
I will be with me
And it would be the same,
The world full of deception
Is what I will see.
No one to trust,
No one but me,
Must see your soul
Before I show you mine.
Everywhere lies a trap,
Everywhere lies an obstacle,
Every step made with care,
Every dream comes with fear.
Must do everything right,
Must never do wrong.
Passion runs deep
Under the fear.
But wherever I go,
Wherever I stay,
I will be with me
You told me
Not to be creative,
It doesn't make one rich,
So I shut down
My imagination.
You told me
Not to love,
I would be wasting my time,
So I cut
My heart out.
You told me
Not to think,
I will always be wrong,
So I threw away
My mind.
You told me
Not to be with my friends,
They're not good for you,
So I stopped
Seeing them,
Making them.
I've honoured
Your requests,
I threw away
Almost everything,
Then....
Then you told me
Not to dream,
Why dream, you said,
Most definitely a waste of time,
So I walked away
From you.
Not to be creative,
It doesn't make one rich,
So I shut down
My imagination.
You told me
Not to love,
I would be wasting my time,
So I cut
My heart out.
You told me
Not to think,
I will always be wrong,
So I threw away
My mind.
You told me
Not to be with my friends,
They're not good for you,
So I stopped
Seeing them,
Making them.
I've honoured
Your requests,
I threw away
Almost everything,
Then....
Then you told me
Not to dream,
Why dream, you said,
Most definitely a waste of time,
So I walked away
From you.
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