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First,
You teach me to think
With my own brains
Feel out my way
With my own feet
Treat me the same
As the boys


Second,
You put me in a school
Where they teach me to read
- oh, what a world!
They teach me to look
At international
Literature
- Marge Piercy,
Maya Angelou
And the like

Next,
You show me the crimson
Powder meant for foreheads
A deeper red for blood
Spilt on beds.
A life of compromise
And adjustment


Ripping out my ideas
And opinions
Telling me they're worthless
A baby, a house,
A life of adjustment
Is all this was meant for.


Tearing my beliefs
In an equal world
An equal society
Where society rises
To meet human morality


Is this what you taught me to read for?
Sorry sirs, ladies.
I tip my hat and bow.
Sorry to disappoint.
I was meant for an equal position
And I'll take it
- by force or mutual
compromise.
the best time in life
is when you're wanting for nothing
when nothing is all that you have

that's when you find
that nothing is something
that nothing will ever give back

if you just look around
to those who are striving
to always have something in hand

what they will find
is that nothings worth finding
if nothing was the something they planned
Procrastinated feelings
Swept under the night cover
Happy moon in full view
Trying to make the night brighter
Sitting apart in anticipation
Opportune moment to express
Bathing in the silver light
There comes a glimmer of hope
Aching hearts want to heal
Taste the heady potion together
Such a serene night, in conspiracy
Trying to make this an ethereal stage
Distances can be traversed
Tonight is the night
Spaces can be fulfilled with the love
That once was
Waiting for a crescendo moment
Souls can entwine under the silver light
Love always sees a glimmer of hope
I have never seen her the way
saw her the first day.*

she was the prettiest from far
when the beauty of her
was in dream discovered!

she was the sweetest of song
when she first came along
my heart went ding ****!

she wasn't just a pretty face
but a fountain of grace
my happiest address!

but the days soon wore
in insane explore
she was new no more!

seen it from morn
her splendor was shorn
she turned a monotone!

i found many a flaw
her plume was of daw
by proximity's law!
If these words can only be transformed into --
Arms, to give the warmest embrace.
Soft caress to touch, your wandering soul,
Trailing off, losing it's way beyond the horizon.
Healing hands, that can heal the broken hearts,
Wounded prides,
Scarred lives.
Lips, to kiss away every ounce of sadness,
Every bit of depression,
Every stubborn pain stabbing memory.
If only these words can reach your heart and feel for you..
To steal the unhappiness reflected in
your eyes,
In your every movement,
In every suicidal thoughts toying in your dying dreamland.
If only.
**It will.
For those who feels lonely, depress, hopeless,loveless...
Look up and you will find someone who longs to be a part of your life.
Finger on the pulse
Seismic zone
Far from the epicenter
Gives away the feelings
Strong feelings erupt
Tremors felt far and wide
Deep chasms devour
One with finger on the pulse
Passionate surrender
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