What is going on with this ****** up superiority?
Discriminating because I am some kind of cultural minority

Acting like you trust me when the two of us are together
But when your friends come around you run off to something better

To all of society you pretend you're not smoking your ****
When you roll your joint you're high just like me

Eating dinner with your parents you talk like a ******
On the weekends, though, you give in to teenage urging

If only you would take off that mask and see,
That when it comes down to it you're no different than me.

We breathe the same air,
though yours may cost more
And when we go to school
we walk through the same doors

Maybe your hair is more blond
And your nails are a little cleaner,
Or you play fancy sports,
So you look a little leaner

I don't have a credit card,
or hang out at the country club
I work for what I want
And am proud of my pay stubs

So, have some consideration, it's not really that tough
We all know your life is easy, but some people have it rough.

If only we could learn that empathy is the goal
Maybe you could act like you actually have a soul.

In the past
I have feared death greatly.
The idea of death was
not my friend. The
idea of death caused
me to be afraid and
I could not evade
it.  My problem was
that I did not
understand the
inevitability of death;
the necessity and
freedom that stem
from death.
Although a brutal
or untimely death
would be tragic, there
still lies a common
thread in mortality.
I do not fear the idea
as much anymore.
**Life is what should be feared more.

I lay under covers that are so warm
Warm, just as the light seen in my peripheral.
Suddenly, I am enraptured in divine quick sand.
As if I am being deeply rooted into my place.
Suddenly I am just a fiber in a piece of fragile cloth.
But it is so warm.
I sigh.
What a true feeling
To be adopted by this warmth.

I am a beautiful creature.
A wonderful,
Emotional,
****** soul.
But I am embarrassed to admit that.

I am a free spirit.
Released from fetters or
Tensions.

I am a wild,
Unstoppable heart;
My beat shakes to the Earth's
Core.

For I am in deep;
Metamorphosis
Happening beneath layers of stories.

I am an emotional warrior,
Fighting for self love;
Ignoring the river of hate
from which I must drink.

But, I often remember,
That, while wandering the woods of growth,
I may not be lost.
My brain,
my heart,
my soul,
my love are all but broken.

Because, it is true that I am a
Special,
Spiritual,
Hopeful,
Loving child.

And, neither my heart, nor soul rest believing
differently.