A shattered heart
no longer broken.
A torn conscience
no longer lost.
A tormented mind
no longer conquered.
A depressed being
no longer shaken
by emotions' digression.
A defeated being
no longer vanquished.
Activated mode: evolution.

Dry up your tears
my little friend.
To whom the
name is given:clumpsy.
That word which made you
feel out of place,
regarded
and of low regard.


That word they spoke,
as though
a plague had come
upon you.
Good radiance
to the ones who called you
clumpsy,
for they are not worth
the tears.


They
For if everyone
was ' a swift' or 'smart'
tell me,
what shall this world be?


It is the slow
and the steady, the clumpsy
with wisdom to whom,
the earth pays her dues.

Freedom is
when your
conscience
doesn’t
accuse you.

In kindergarten we learn the alphabet,
We color and make terrible art,
And that sharing is caring.

In 1st grade we learned bigger words,
With the worst thing we had to worry about,
Was yet a simple spelling quiz on Friday.

In 5th grade we learn numbers are confusing,
And learn about the planet we live on,
We find out why the moon goes away.

In 6th grade we learn about morals and sorrows,
As we're quickly taught the horrors of our history,
Of all of the pain, torture and lost of life we caused.