Dear ....
I mustn't question thy
But there are things blinded,
I am not able to see
We close are eyes to the darkness,
And years later; wake up to the brightness
we have the slightest clue,
Of what we needed to pursue  

Here we are "earth"
We go though thick and thin,
For us,
evil is the only way to bend,
We spend time dancing around life; like clowns
Not knowing what it is,
that will make you proud,

We suffer in crowds among crowds,
Not knowing who we are,
So we don't make a sound

But one thing that bothers me....
Is that we were put here not knowing;
Hoping to be the best we know how to be,
But we never got the info or the key
To open the golden doors that we blindly can not see
And when we can't find that key,
We our stuck in darkness for eternity
But I mustn't question thy

Perfect perfections
One woman once made a connection,
Not to me, but the world
You see,
She found the key within her complexion  
For her whole life she faced rejection,
She wasn't "YOUR" definition of perfection
Your definition of perfection,
kept her from discovering her own


You kept her captive by your desperation,
to hurt her with your words of stone
For a short period of time you destroyed her throne
But now she has a voice of her own
The words that are made of stone
You get trapped by the sound of the drone

"Perfect perfections"
Today,
She stares into her reflection,
At her complexion
And says
" I have Perfect perfections"

"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me."
That's the one saying that never makes him feel like dirt you see.
He gets pushed and pulled
Into dark hallways in and out of school
And gets called a "fool"
They seem to like to call him a "tool"
Because he's mentally disabled
Till this day he hates the label
He stables his skin,
For wrist cutting is the only way to Bend
  
For his friend,
She doesn't blend in
For they throw stickers stones
Knowing she is skin in bones
"She" wasn't born this way
And till this day she eats and eats
She stands over the toilet seat on her Knees
They call her "The Bulimic Freak"
85 pounds, "she is weak"

They both say life never seemed so bleak
They get made fun of just because their unique,
At night there parents kiss them on the cheeks
And they tell them,
Sticks and stones may your break bones,
But words will never "hurt you"

Today you say,
"the bottles half empty."
Simply not because you drunk half a wine bottle
But your life isn't the perfect model
You use to stand tall,
But your leaves begin to say "so long"
As if it was fall,
Yet it is spring,
And your life is dissipate
Oh though it seems

For Your life is the definition of a Dimond ring,
You care about money, and the clothes,
Not about the happiness life brings,
In Your mind its seemingly,
money, fame, and fortune

showing lack of endorsement,
It's been "me, myself and I"
We all look at you and sigh
For negative is your only thought,
In your life,
negative is the only thing you got
If you switched around the bottle is half empty,
To the bottles have full,
Life would be much more to endure

You wouldn't be able to tell if their were tears running down my face.
I'm in no ordinary place,
I'm surround in this large case
There's no air,
There is a a light above,
"I stare"
I wonder if I could be seen,
if you would care...

Underwater I am there,
I can no longer bare
My heart pounds,
As a sound of a helpless life drowns
But I will not be a mount of sand
For I will float to the top
By the time my heart stops

All I can say is she's full of deception
For it was Breaded in sand and dirt
But yet it occurred
The words didn't slip,
But fell

She says the words break up
Together in one sentence  
Till this day I feel as if I was sentenced
For I can not get over such beauty combined together,
She wears around more then a purple feather
For she was once my valentine
For her personality is free flowing
For she gathered my heart up without knowing

She is unknowingly the girl of my dreams
But dreams have to end sometime
For love no longer streams for me.

My mom tells me it will be alright,
Yet I sit and cry about it day and night
As the people in my family become out of sight
It seems that the numbers get higher
I become not the only crier
Other parts of the world are crying too
My mom tells me it's like a flue
1 million are dying every year
My heart drops, for my moms time is near
So I began to pray

When evening comes around,
I began to frown
For my stomach groans
For within the day,
Their was nothing not even on the ground
But dead body's lying around
We bless them,
for in their afterlife,
Their will be grapes and veggies in sight

But for now the rest of us starve
Did you know 20,000 die every day
And that's just children
So we must pray  
Pray for the ones that go to bed hungry every night,
Pray so in the morning there will be food in sight!