margaretta-sackor - Hello Poetry

I wish I could be as vibrant and bold as a sunflower Wish my petals could stretch towards the sun in hopes of growing. I wish these pale painted faces would stare in awh instead of disgust. I wish I was as yellow as a sunflower or maybe an oddly pink tone fleshed with red I want my color to be praised not discussed like dirt being picked out of fingers I have come to the realization that I am a sunflower Beautiful, bold, and magical My brown petals stretch out from limb to limb meeting at my bud with a smile so dazzling and eyes small but fill with love and hope. I am a sunflower in the boldest of ways possible like coffee with no sugar no cream. I am loved like Jupiter loves Juno, My brightness is appreciated like a full moon at 12 midnight. I could fill a whole field with my petals just for your grazing but you don't deserve it. I am a sunflower. What are you?

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC

I am a Sunflower

I wish I could be as vibrant and bold as a sunflower Wish my petals could stretch towards the sun in hopes of growing. I wish these pale painted faces would stare in awh instead of disgust. I wish I was as yellow as a sunflower or maybe an oddly pink tone fleshed with red I want my color to be praised not discussed like dirt being picked out of fingers I have come to the realization that I am a sunflower Beautiful, bold, and magical My brown petals stretch out from limb to limb meeting at my bud with a smile so dazzling and eyes small but fill with love and hope. I am a sunflower in the boldest of ways possible like coffee with no sugar no cream. I am loved like Jupiter loves Juno, My brightness is appreciated like a full moon at 12 midnight. I could fill a whole field with my petals just for your grazing but you don't deserve it. I am a sunflower. What are you?

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I am a woman, a black woman Never black and then woman or woman and then black but somehow when judgement is being passed on my race they seem to forget I am a woman A woman with emotions and feelings I am a black woman with a mindset to be greater then I am perceived to be Because this black woman has goals

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC

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I am a woman, a black woman Never black and then woman or woman and then black but somehow when judgement is being passed on my race they seem to forget I am a woman A woman with emotions and feelings I am a black woman with a mindset to be greater then I am perceived to be Because this black woman has goals

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Is your ego abused? Should I apologize for not wanting to live as a trophy on your wall of women hung out to dry? Is your ***** hurting because I dare say NO? As if my ****** is the only cure for your savage behavior. Should I apologize for being female? A black female with curves so dangerous if I got wet you might slip and fall, breaking apart your massive ego? Is your need for dominance anything out of the ordinary? Because men will be men and they don't deserve to be punished for being men. Right? Because I asked for it, Right? Because my shorts in this heated summer day is a plea to be ****** right? Because my ******* do not belong to me and if I dare go without a bra, it is seen as a neon flashing light signaling my readiness for your **** right? Young boys sit back and watch in awh as Fred establishes his dominance over Wilma. They watch learning the ways of cavemen. this, these cartoons are teaching these young boys to treat women as inferior and teaching our young girls to know their place as a housewife with no say. From the beginning we are taught that our consent does not matter. We are supposed to behave like a woman or get ****** and left out to die like trash lift for the raccoons to rampage through. From the beginning we are taught that our voices do not matter and men will be men. So therefore we must bend over backwards to accommodate them or be bend over backwards by them. No wonder women are scared to speak out. I was afraid to speak for fear that my voice would be washed away with the tide never to return to it's bold state. Besides my friend, that one professor whom I sometimes think is too good for this world and the counselor she talked me into seeing. No one else knows. No one else knows how my knees rubbed against the dirt laced with tiny rocks and sticks. Or how I cringed when his ***** exploded in my mouth leaving behind a taste so bitter, black licorice could not compare. Or how I could not get on my knees in the first place because the only time I got on my knees was to pray to a God I only hoped was listening. But where was that God when this boy put me down on my knees and told me I had to. Told me this was the only way of redemption. That naive young girl was on her knees in the dirt because she did not know she could say NO. I felt as if saying no could get me hurt or worst ruin what fragile reputation I held onto and 14 year old me could not withstand the blow. Within those 10 minutes it took for him to be pleasured, I silently prayed and prayed that God would let this boy know how wrong it was or will him to stop. I prayed to a God I was taught watches over all his children. To a God whom didn't care of your sins as long as you repent. But that God was nowhere to be found. I held back my tears as my neck when back and forth like a chicken pecking at it's only source of survival. I didn't cry when I choked on it and gagged for air because within that moment he made himself my savior. He feed me my daily bread with a smile upon his face. No one knew about this moment, how I held back tears when he told me it was good for my fist time. How I held a brave face when I climbed the bus that morning with a white stain on my purple dress. I told no one because I believed i liked it because my constant was not needed so I must have approved. Right? So I ask you. Does me saying no to you damage your ego? Does my no mean nothing to you as if no means yes in the fantasy world you live in. My silence is does not enable you to go forth and conquer my wondrous lands. it is not permission for you cross my flooded seas and take refuge within me. I will not apologize for being a woman in charge of her body.

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Oct 12, 2016

Oct 12, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC

I'm Not Sorry

Is your ego abused? Should I apologize for not wanting to live as a trophy on your wall of women hung out to dry? Is your ***** hurting because I dare say NO? As if my ****** is the only cure for your savage behavior. Should I apologize for being female? A black female with curves so dangerous if I got wet you might slip and fall, breaking apart your massive ego? Is your need for dominance anything out of the ordinary? Because men will be men and they don't deserve to be punished for being men. Right? Because I asked for it, Right? Because my shorts in this heated summer day is a plea to be ****** right? Because my ******* do not belong to me and if I dare go without a bra, it is seen as a neon flashing light signaling my readiness for your **** right? Young boys sit back and watch in awh as Fred establishes his dominance over Wilma. They watch learning the ways of cavemen. this, these cartoons are teaching these young boys to treat women as inferior and teaching our young girls to know their place as a housewife with no say. From the beginning we are taught that our consent does not matter. We are supposed to behave like a woman or get ****** and left out to die like trash lift for the raccoons to rampage through. From the beginning we are taught that our voices do not matter and men will be men. So therefore we must bend over backwards to accommodate them or be bend over backwards by them. No wonder women are scared to speak out. I was afraid to speak for fear that my voice would be washed away with the tide never to return to it's bold state. Besides my friend, that one professor whom I sometimes think is too good for this world and the counselor she talked me into seeing. No one else knows. No one else knows how my knees rubbed against the dirt laced with tiny rocks and sticks. Or how I cringed when his ***** exploded in my mouth leaving behind a taste so bitter, black licorice could not compare. Or how I could not get on my knees in the first place because the only time I got on my knees was to pray to a God I only hoped was listening. But where was that God when this boy put me down on my knees and told me I had to. Told me this was the only way of redemption. That naive young girl was on her knees in the dirt because she did not know she could say NO. I felt as if saying no could get me hurt or worst ruin what fragile reputation I held onto and 14 year old me could not withstand the blow. Within those 10 minutes it took for him to be pleasured, I silently prayed and prayed that God would let this boy know how wrong it was or will him to stop. I prayed to a God I was taught watches over all his children. To a God whom didn't care of your sins as long as you repent. But that God was nowhere to be found. I held back my tears as my neck when back and forth like a chicken pecking at it's only source of survival. I didn't cry when I choked on it and gagged for air because within that moment he made himself my savior. He feed me my daily bread with a smile upon his face. No one knew about this moment, how I held back tears when he told me it was good for my fist time. How I held a brave face when I climbed the bus that morning with a white stain on my purple dress. I told no one because I believed i liked it because my constant was not needed so I must have approved. Right? So I ask you. Does me saying no to you damage your ego? Does my no mean nothing to you as if no means yes in the fantasy world you live in. My silence is does not enable you to go forth and conquer my wondrous lands. it is not permission for you cross my flooded seas and take refuge within me. I will not apologize for being a woman in charge of her body.

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"Sometimes I wanted to be like momma because momma was beautiful with skin so golden and pure you would have thought she came straight out of a treasure chest. Her hair spiraling into tight curls hanging a top her shoulders and eyes so big and full of hope. She had curves that could cause an accident if not paying attention, this was her flaw, she was a cautionary tale reeking havoc on whom so ever crossed her path. she had those long fingers and shiny nails that gripped onto you just when you tried to pull away. Full pink lips that looked as if they held a thousand wonders. Momma was a star in her own light and she knew it, owned it with ever fiber of her being. "

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC

JOY (excerpt)

"Sometimes I wanted to be like momma because momma was beautiful with skin so golden and pure you would have thought she came straight out of a treasure chest. Her hair spiraling into tight curls hanging a top her shoulders and eyes so big and full of hope. She had curves that could cause an accident if not paying attention, this was her flaw, she was a cautionary tale reeking havoc on whom so ever crossed her path. she had those long fingers and shiny nails that gripped onto you just when you tried to pull away. Full pink lips that looked as if they held a thousand wonders. Momma was a star in her own light and she knew it, owned it with ever fiber of her being. "

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She was calling I could hear it She was so close I could taste her breathe Visualize her smell My senses were tangling Her form was breath taking Her grasp on me was Of another nature I was of her making Her lips were pale The feel of them left me Mesmerize In another dimension A slave Working the manors Of her body No It wasn’t rational It was somewhat Inefficient She required more Desired more Treasured Cherished She couldn’t get enough of me I was her craving To her Oxygen was irrelevant I Me I was her Everything But yet She was always livid Moving with relentless emotion Every time she danced I felt a swipe of wind Tear my face Length to length A smile made a path But I wasn’t happy with this This What I’d become I was furious I wish I could have said no But she Her presence removed all illness Unwillingly she was the puppeteer master I was made of wood and had to be held Up By her hands She held the strings to my existence I had let her cress me Make me into the one she wanted I let her do as she so pleased But even that That Was no good I had given up just When she She had given all I was thru She had just began I guess two opposites really do attract I couldn’t get enough Enough of her touch Her smell I tried telling myself I was done With her With these lies These games we play But I just couldn’t get enough As much as I hate to admit it I loved her With everything in me I loved her You see that “loved” Past tense Cause at some point I I worked up the courage to say no Ended those unpleasing nights I grew tired of it all and finally said no I wasn’t hers and she wasn’t mine I was simply the fool she toyed with At night, of course But Somewhere Something Inside I missed her And it grew and grew with great force Until I wasn’t there anymore There was none of me left to miss her

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC

In Her Eyes

She was calling I could hear it She was so close I could taste her breathe Visualize her smell My senses were tangling Her form was breath taking Her grasp on me was Of another nature I was of her making Her lips were pale The feel of them left me Mesmerize In another dimension A slave Working the manors Of her body No It wasn’t rational It was somewhat Inefficient She required more Desired more Treasured Cherished She couldn’t get enough of me I was her craving To her Oxygen was irrelevant I Me I was her Everything But yet She was always livid Moving with relentless emotion Every time she danced I felt a swipe of wind Tear my face Length to length A smile made a path But I wasn’t happy with this This What I’d become I was furious I wish I could have said no But she Her presence removed all illness Unwillingly she was the puppeteer master I was made of wood and had to be held Up By her hands She held the strings to my existence I had let her cress me Make me into the one she wanted I let her do as she so pleased But even that That Was no good I had given up just When she She had given all I was thru She had just began I guess two opposites really do attract I couldn’t get enough Enough of her touch Her smell I tried telling myself I was done With her With these lies These games we play But I just couldn’t get enough As much as I hate to admit it I loved her With everything in me I loved her You see that “loved” Past tense Cause at some point I I worked up the courage to say no Ended those unpleasing nights I grew tired of it all and finally said no I wasn’t hers and she wasn’t mine I was simply the fool she toyed with At night, of course But Somewhere Something Inside I missed her And it grew and grew with great force Until I wasn’t there anymore There was none of me left to miss her

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Outside It mocks me Stings me with its freedom Gently breezes blowing behind the window She knows I crave warmth The way she smooth’s me All I really need is her smile down upon me Instead she taunts me with her beauty I listen as tears fall from her eyes If only I could comfort those lonely nights Maybe than she wouldn’t forget my touch She’s angry now Storming down upon us Her godforsaken children I want to go out there Tell her I still love her But I’m afraid I might not withstand her wrath Her anger is growing and the night sky is glowing Her beauty is astonishing But her emotions are disturbing I just want to comfort her Outside She screams at me Cursing my name

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Dec 1, 2013

Dec 1, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC

Outside

Outside It mocks me Stings me with its freedom Gently breezes blowing behind the window She knows I crave warmth The way she smooth’s me All I really need is her smile down upon me Instead she taunts me with her beauty I listen as tears fall from her eyes If only I could comfort those lonely nights Maybe than she wouldn’t forget my touch She’s angry now Storming down upon us Her godforsaken children I want to go out there Tell her I still love her But I’m afraid I might not withstand her wrath Her anger is growing and the night sky is glowing Her beauty is astonishing But her emotions are disturbing I just want to comfort her Outside She screams at me Cursing my name

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They say your past makes you wiser My past just haunts me It makes me see what a fool I’ve been all these years To think that I could actually love you Or the fact that you loved me, as you said With age comes wisdom, they say Laughing and tossing around sayings of the past, age and wisdom I’m sitting thinking what my age brought along with it The nights filled with empty liquor bottles as I try to drown my sorrows The long evenings spent watching the stars come up and thinking of your eyes The way we used to be Or maybe it’s the mornings The ones where I wake up and you’re not there next to me And then I get that feeling of regret and I start to beat myself up You know I think it’s the afternoons that take the gold ‘Cause by this time my boss is calling me asking me to explain what the hell is wrong with me And honestly if I told him what was truly wrong, he’d call me crazy So I just sit there in silence until he tells me not to bother coming in Cause by now this is my third and final strike He’s gone and I’m left with just the dial tone, or maybe it was my heart beating I throw the phone down, but it rings again This time it’s the landlord asking for all the rent I haven’t paid yet This time he doesn’t say cover it in next month’s rent, he tells me to either pay or get out I wait and wait and wait for another word, but all I hear is the dial tone I push the phone off the bed and try to focus my eyes, but all I can make out in the distance is your smile – the white gloss that shined whenever you opened your mouth I try to push myself off the bed and I landed face first on broken glass I couldn’t remember anything about glass, but I seemed to picture the fact that I was so mad at myself I smashed the bottles still filled with liquor to the floor Letting it sink in the rugged carpet I laid there for a few minutes, or maybe it was a few hours, I couldn't remember Finally it was evening again, but I wouldn't be watching the stars The phone rang and rang and rang I pulled up the strength to get off the phone and answer But at ease it was my co-worker, you know the ones that never seem to mind their own business The questions that never stopped, why am I not there yet Do I know I’ve been fired, blah blah blah and so on Finally, I’m tired of it and just hang up I drag myself to the bathroom Watch myself up and get ready for the night round I try to clean up the broken glass, but all I see is your face rather than my reflection I leave the glass where it is, in one big pile on the floor next to my bed I moved to the screen door and opened it up and began my way down the long stride I walk down the street, cigarette in left, liquor bottle in right I look up to the stars and there is a big dark, glowing… SNAP BACK TO REALITY I’m still walking that small, narrow street; the only difference is it’s the night I always run out of liquor way before I finish driving my sorrows away So this time I packed extra, and I mean lots of extras I’m basically wasted by now and I keep walking trying to make out where I was at the moment Somewhere between Crazy street and Mental Lane I took out another liquor bottle smashing the last one to the ground I waited for the sound from the crash, but nothing Heard nothing in return, not even a thank you You ungrateful piece of **** ground I continued my unthinkable walk not yet sure where I was going Somehow my heart understood and gave me what I needed Not what I wanted I ended up, blacked out wasted on your doorsteps Somehow, my heart understood what my pain couldn’t make out for me And you took me into arms just before I fell Woke up the next morning with a massive hangover I was in a bed, but this time I got out and onto the floor But this floor was different; there wasn’t any broken glass on the floor There weren’t any phone calls from the job or nosey co-workers There was just peace I found my way into the kitchen and there the memories struck me I thought of all the times we spent together, but now I was a drunken mess Somehow my heart understood and there I was All this just to end up in this room with all these memories My heart explained what the pain couldn't And it felt what the tears couldn't

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Dec 1, 2013

Dec 1, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC

The Time Traveler's Mistake

They say your past makes you wiser My past just haunts me It makes me see what a fool I’ve been all these years To think that I could actually love you Or the fact that you loved me, as you said With age comes wisdom, they say Laughing and tossing around sayings of the past, age and wisdom I’m sitting thinking what my age brought along with it The nights filled with empty liquor bottles as I try to drown my sorrows The long evenings spent watching the stars come up and thinking of your eyes The way we used to be Or maybe it’s the mornings The ones where I wake up and you’re not there next to me And then I get that feeling of regret and I start to beat myself up You know I think it’s the afternoons that take the gold ‘Cause by this time my boss is calling me asking me to explain what the hell is wrong with me And honestly if I told him what was truly wrong, he’d call me crazy So I just sit there in silence until he tells me not to bother coming in Cause by now this is my third and final strike He’s gone and I’m left with just the dial tone, or maybe it was my heart beating I throw the phone down, but it rings again This time it’s the landlord asking for all the rent I haven’t paid yet This time he doesn’t say cover it in next month’s rent, he tells me to either pay or get out I wait and wait and wait for another word, but all I hear is the dial tone I push the phone off the bed and try to focus my eyes, but all I can make out in the distance is your smile – the white gloss that shined whenever you opened your mouth I try to push myself off the bed and I landed face first on broken glass I couldn’t remember anything about glass, but I seemed to picture the fact that I was so mad at myself I smashed the bottles still filled with liquor to the floor Letting it sink in the rugged carpet I laid there for a few minutes, or maybe it was a few hours, I couldn't remember Finally it was evening again, but I wouldn't be watching the stars The phone rang and rang and rang I pulled up the strength to get off the phone and answer But at ease it was my co-worker, you know the ones that never seem to mind their own business The questions that never stopped, why am I not there yet Do I know I’ve been fired, blah blah blah and so on Finally, I’m tired of it and just hang up I drag myself to the bathroom Watch myself up and get ready for the night round I try to clean up the broken glass, but all I see is your face rather than my reflection I leave the glass where it is, in one big pile on the floor next to my bed I moved to the screen door and opened it up and began my way down the long stride I walk down the street, cigarette in left, liquor bottle in right I look up to the stars and there is a big dark, glowing… SNAP BACK TO REALITY I’m still walking that small, narrow street; the only difference is it’s the night I always run out of liquor way before I finish driving my sorrows away So this time I packed extra, and I mean lots of extras I’m basically wasted by now and I keep walking trying to make out where I was at the moment Somewhere between Crazy street and Mental Lane I took out another liquor bottle smashing the last one to the ground I waited for the sound from the crash, but nothing Heard nothing in return, not even a thank you You ungrateful piece of **** ground I continued my unthinkable walk not yet sure where I was going Somehow my heart understood and gave me what I needed Not what I wanted I ended up, blacked out wasted on your doorsteps Somehow, my heart understood what my pain couldn’t make out for me And you took me into arms just before I fell Woke up the next morning with a massive hangover I was in a bed, but this time I got out and onto the floor But this floor was different; there wasn’t any broken glass on the floor There weren’t any phone calls from the job or nosey co-workers There was just peace I found my way into the kitchen and there the memories struck me I thought of all the times we spent together, but now I was a drunken mess Somehow my heart understood and there I was All this just to end up in this room with all these memories My heart explained what the pain couldn't And it felt what the tears couldn't

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There was a time when I was afraid A time when each word made me want to cry A time when I would run and hide I'd run in my room and cover myself Now it's just me standing - nothing else to be afraid off I though I was done but then he showed up Wrapped in a black cape - he was my nightmare He had come to destroy me, me and everything I had and I had let him There was a time when I was alone A time when all I had was me and the voices in my head and those so called friends But then he showed up - he somehow became my everything and all of a sudden I wasn't alone anymore All of a sudden I had someone to cling onto Someone to call mine And with every minutes we spend together The voices disappeared and the fear went away And I could love again But now here is this nightmare covered with his black cape What a mistake I made bringing you into my world He stood there in the doorway waiting for me to say something But I just sat there and stared I knew that he was waiting for me to sent him away - but I didn't I just let him into my world and he brought it crumbling down I didn't even put up a fight - I just let him I let his black cape cover me and I faded into the dark side again I remember a time when I was afraid A time when I was alone When I couldn't love His black cape brought all those feelings black How do you reconcile with your past and even attempt to move on when every though haunts your very existent. When the only thing you can think about is your past.....How do you move on?

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Aug 11, 2013

Aug 11, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC

Black Cape

There was a time when I was afraid A time when each word made me want to cry A time when I would run and hide I'd run in my room and cover myself Now it's just me standing - nothing else to be afraid off I though I was done but then he showed up Wrapped in a black cape - he was my nightmare He had come to destroy me, me and everything I had and I had let him There was a time when I was alone A time when all I had was me and the voices in my head and those so called friends But then he showed up - he somehow became my everything and all of a sudden I wasn't alone anymore All of a sudden I had someone to cling onto Someone to call mine And with every minutes we spend together The voices disappeared and the fear went away And I could love again But now here is this nightmare covered with his black cape What a mistake I made bringing you into my world He stood there in the doorway waiting for me to say something But I just sat there and stared I knew that he was waiting for me to sent him away - but I didn't I just let him into my world and he brought it crumbling down I didn't even put up a fight - I just let him I let his black cape cover me and I faded into the dark side again I remember a time when I was afraid A time when I was alone When I couldn't love His black cape brought all those feelings black How do you reconcile with your past and even attempt to move on when every though haunts your very existent. When the only thing you can think about is your past.....How do you move on?

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The singing forest The dancing waters The exhausted earth All the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul Drained of all emotions So Transparent Lord what has happened to me Trapped within my own mind A slave to my own doings I pray that someday I can retire from this life But as the girl I used to be within Happy Jolly olde me Maybe someday I won't have to put on this show This fake happy show for everyone to believe I'm so drained of all feelings All regrets All remorse I can't even love Everytime I try The bars within my soul holds me back All I can do is hope But what is hope without a believer The free running sky is my only hope I hope that someday I can be as free I once had a favorite season Now I just wait for winter When the weather is just as cold as my soul Trapped within my own world A dead woman walking among the living A visionary dream Summer's prideful forest singing within the darkness The water dancing within the moonlight and the earth blowing under the breezy sky These are the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul

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Jul 31, 2013

Jul 31, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC

Summer's Pride

The singing forest The dancing waters The exhausted earth All the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul Drained of all emotions So Transparent Lord what has happened to me Trapped within my own mind A slave to my own doings I pray that someday I can retire from this life But as the girl I used to be within Happy Jolly olde me Maybe someday I won't have to put on this show This fake happy show for everyone to believe I'm so drained of all feelings All regrets All remorse I can't even love Everytime I try The bars within my soul holds me back All I can do is hope But what is hope without a believer The free running sky is my only hope I hope that someday I can be as free I once had a favorite season Now I just wait for winter When the weather is just as cold as my soul Trapped within my own world A dead woman walking among the living A visionary dream Summer's prideful forest singing within the darkness The water dancing within the moonlight and the earth blowing under the breezy sky These are the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul

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We headed south that night Right down the highway towards our new life Sunny Olde California here we come Everyone wants to be in Cali Me, I don't understand why The sun's too hot It's so crowded Too many famous people What's so great about California? Why does everyone want so badly to move to Cali? But now I understand why we left Why we left our comfortably modern house in Vancouver Vancouver had everything we needed All the love and support we needed Everything we needed was there in our small little town But now we are moving to Sacramento One thousand four hundred and thirty seven kilometers Fourteen hours of driving I finally understood why she did it all She was taking us away from him So he wouldn't hurt us anymore When the court date came We all had to testify I wasn't sure what I was testifying against But somehow I answered and answered til I broke down After my endless crying They gave up on me I wasn't fit to testify she'd say But I understand why I was too young to understand but now I do He came in all sunshine and lollipops We all thought he was going to stay Stay forever and never leave He left in handcuffs and bruises We never saw him again Until my mother dragged us all down to the jailhouse He was leaving...for good The apologize really didn't matter to me See I didn't understand, but now I do I understand why everyone wants to be in Cali You become like an ant You are invisible

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Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC

Deported

We headed south that night Right down the highway towards our new life Sunny Olde California here we come Everyone wants to be in Cali Me, I don't understand why The sun's too hot It's so crowded Too many famous people What's so great about California? Why does everyone want so badly to move to Cali? But now I understand why we left Why we left our comfortably modern house in Vancouver Vancouver had everything we needed All the love and support we needed Everything we needed was there in our small little town But now we are moving to Sacramento One thousand four hundred and thirty seven kilometers Fourteen hours of driving I finally understood why she did it all She was taking us away from him So he wouldn't hurt us anymore When the court date came We all had to testify I wasn't sure what I was testifying against But somehow I answered and answered til I broke down After my endless crying They gave up on me I wasn't fit to testify she'd say But I understand why I was too young to understand but now I do He came in all sunshine and lollipops We all thought he was going to stay Stay forever and never leave He left in handcuffs and bruises We never saw him again Until my mother dragged us all down to the jailhouse He was leaving...for good The apologize really didn't matter to me See I didn't understand, but now I do I understand why everyone wants to be in Cali You become like an ant You are invisible

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