I hold the camera up to my face and snap a picture.
She lays there.
I shoot again. Seizing another moment.
Then move to another angle
A different point of view, tells another story.
And it's mine to interpret through film.

Click,
A few more shots and I'll be satisfied.
Amazing how a photo can speak volumes
You don't have to have been present
To know exactly what was happening

Whirr,
Flash,
Two more proofs, Two more pieces
A sense of infatuation washes over me
I'm completely involved with my subject
And she's doing her part.

Zip, Snap
She's laid out in front of me
Vulnerable to my lens
Absolute beauty captured
By my hand to be displayed

The puddle under her expands, Under my soles
She's still,
Motionless  as two men lift her off the ground,
And place her in a bag.
Given another life through my camera lens.

You copied my words
but thats okay
You posted them
And put them on display

You broadened the audience
And gave them new life
people enjoyed reading them
But it still caused some strife

I love when my work gets recognition
but this isn't the same
you claimed it as yours
And removed my name.

I put a lot of work into that piece
And you took that from me
You charged them admission
It was meant to be free!

I've felt lonely, But I haven't been alone.
I feel dead inside, but I echo a frequency of life.
I've dreamed of the end of the world. and found joy in the silence after.
there is nothing as scary as acceptance of one's fate.
I don't fear anything anymore,
I spend my last days,
waiting for the void,
and the peace that comes with it.

The small voice is growing
No longer calling out in the night
They're shouting from the roof tops
The clatter is growing
The factions are forming

The middle class is gone
The rich are calling the shots
The poor are growing tired
They're rising up
in spite of the rich man's money

They're swaying the nation
and moving mountians
But for every man who stands up to the system
two men fall Back down

But for every two men who fall
Four more join in
Their voice is growing
It's getting louder
The meek shall inherit the Earth
But not without a fight.

People who weren't even born in the 60's
are clutching onto the 60's
Saying that's our time
It's time to move on.

And people who were born in the late 80's
and grew up in the 90's
are looking back to the 80's
As if it were their childhood
It's time to move on.

I will look back one day
And reminisce about all the music
And pop culture from my youth
With fondness
Nostalgia will kick in
And I'll say remember when times where simple?
But it's time to move on.

My children will look back on my life
Through the stories that I will tell them
And they will wish they had been there
To see the events that had passed in my lifetime
But it's time to move on.

Rosa Parks wouldn't sit in the back of the Bus
For the city of Montgomery, She raised a big fuss
"I'm tired of being treated like a second-class citizen."
She maintained her composure with the greatest of discipline
She sat in her seat as calmly as can be
they told her to go and she wouldn't agree
A hero was born on that December day
When the world said Move! and She decided to Stay.