No more ****. No more slavery. No more poverty.
Lady be free.
No more mutilation. No more denial. No more pain.
Lady be free.
We demand equality. We demand equity. We demand access.
Lady be free.
We desire these things, because you did.
Lady be free.
We were moved by your spirit.
Lady be free.
You moved action into progress.
Lady be free.
The world now has an opportunity to right a wrong.
Lady be free.
We can remove the last of humankind's chains.
Lady be free.
When we do, we shall all be free.
All be free.

Don't let my absence take you by surprise
I promised I'd wait for you
When you wake up and open your eyes,
And turn to your side
But I'm gone.
Never to return again.

i feel like i'm drowning
but the air is so dry here.
it must be my skin,
my failing lungs,
the way i slip out of life
when lights are too bright,
my brain can't take the pressure
i feel faint
and my body
my insides are cold.
nothing is real anymore.

When you stare at me…
Make sure you look for my flaws
When you stare at me…
Look for my pieces on the floor, from my broken fall…
When you stare at me…
Look at my color dripping from my saturated body paint
When you stare at me…
Don’t perceive me as an angel, don’t identify me as a saint.
When you stare at me…
Do it with disgust, see all those who I have given pain
Stare at me & my demons, locked up in hell’s kitchen,
Forced to stir up evil in a *** mixed with insane.
When you stare at me…
See my mind, see the loss of emotions, and see the hatred I’ve gained
When you stare at me…
See the untamed beast, see the monster who is internally chained
When you stare at me…
Forget all my rights, see all my wrongs
When you stare at me…
Look for my black heart, a pulse that is suddenly gone
When you stare at me…
See my smile that tells a sad story
When you stare at me…
Search for all my losses & mistakes, not my small success & moments of glory
When you stare at me…
I expect nothing less but the dark looks
I expect nothing from those who just stare…
I expect nothing from observers who watch me die & just overlook
Stare at me some more…*
Continue to tell me all the negative you see,
Because those who don’t stare… I love
Those are the few who truly notice me

I don't know much,
but I can tell you what "whole" looks like.
I've seen it stumble forward
with weary eyes and tired hands.
Come close,
I will hand you a mirror
and tell you to look carefully.
Can you not hear the galaxies
beneath your skin?
They paint in whispers
that even oceans cannot grasp.
I know it took a hurricane and two floods,
but there is soil in your ribcage;
your scars told me so.
Don't mind them though,
they're just reminders
that you love harder than anyone else.
I know you might feel hollow,
but there is a reason your heart
has lofted ceilings.
Never forget how you fought
for all that space.
Look carefully.
These gray skies inside your lungs
are simply a canvas,
and you rain so beautifully.
Oh darling,
you rain so beautifully.

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your *******,
the doubled purple
of your *******,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

There are many things I can tell you, and many things I cannot.
The amount of battles I've won is much less than the ones I've fought.
But I've got lots of knowledge buried inside my skull
Some of which is morbid, but most of which is dull.

I can tell you how to sweep the kitchen floor without leaving behind crumbs,
I can tell you how to twist a doorknob without using your thumbs.
I can tell you how to get to Union Station from the West-bound train,
I can teach you different pranks that will drive your brother insane.

I can tell you how to sear small burns into your delicate skin,
I can name you all the different pills that will make you thin.
I can tell you how to hurt yourself in places no one will find,
I can tell you how to arrange your coke into a perfect line.

But there are things I cannot say, for I have not discovered:
How to find hope, how to be kind, or how to be a lover.
I'm still learning how to drive my car in standard,
And I'm still trying to figure out how to behave in a polite manner.

Every day I learn, and every day I fail
But my burning desire for growth will always prevail.

Because although I am destructive and ill and cold
And though I am young and foolish and bold
I am still looking forward to what the future will hold
Because there are many things I can tell you, and many things to be told.