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I read once that none can be as cruel as an unthinking youth
and sad or to kinda be expected that's true
as we know, somewhat to much chagrin
young children will be brutally honest no matter what setting they're in.

Now, bullying is an American epidemic
so why would a parent add fuel to a fire that's already spreading?
why humiliate your offspring to get a point across
why take the heart of a child and harden what's malleable and soft?
I get it, when your child does wrong you have to correct
that's all well and good, but where's the limit set?

Like I stated earlier none can be as cruel as an unthinking youth,
so parents I ask, would you like that done to you?
Would you be okay with someone leaking every stupid decision you made on a worldwide platform?
Would you grin and bear it as more and more people treat you with unbridled and cruel scorn?
taunting remarks and biting stings that remind us of a simple truth
None can be as cruel as an unthinking youth
 May 2015 Brandy Nicole
Styles
She was beautiful girl;
       An angel with a broken wing.
       Wore red high heels and played halo.
       A smile that would light up a room,
       and eyes that begged you to stare.

She lived a long live;
      Made foolish mistakes,
     she revisited them often.
      A broken heart; and most
     of  the pieces; she lost them.
You could tell a story with just five notes
a novel in a bent string
it wasn't the way Lucille spoke
but rather how you made her sing.

Heaven just got a little more bluesier
I bet it sounds great up there,
the sky is crying like Elmore said
sitting, talking, playing the blues without a care

He sang the blues because it's what he knew
not just because he was feeling blue
but telling stories that come from the soul
does more for most
like telling a life's story, with just three notes
So rest easy uncle, I hope to see you one day again.
say hello to Jimi, Stevie Ray and Sid Barrett,
Because they're up there with you my friend

Rest In Peace to the king of the blues, B.B. King
RIP uncle, I'll miss you.
 May 2015 Brandy Nicole
Nikita
Why
 May 2015 Brandy Nicole
Nikita
Why
Red hair
Bright smile
Green eyes
Could stare for awhile
Sweet and kind
A strange yet intriguing mind

Yet I still back away
Afraid and scared
Step by step I move away gently

Why
Why can't I take a chance
Why am I so afraid to take his hand and dance

Somethings off
So I keep on backing away
Waiting for the day I'm not afraid to stay
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