You do it wrong!
You can't speak, you do it wrong,
You can not dream,
You can not feel,
You do it wrong,
You can't write, you forgot to put a coma, your spelling is wrong,
Mistakes are embarasing!
You are an analphabet,
They  will slap your hands,
And put you in the corner so everyone can laugh at you.

She grabbed me by the hair hit the writing board and washed the floor with me.

I jumped up like a frog and  stabbed her ******, evel eyes, and stabbed her ugly face with my gaze.
That was the first time in my life when I felt hate. I was seven years old.
I screamed:  you are a witch, not a teacher!  -  great one, September, I just started school and I already hated  it.

She kicked me out of the class.

If i knew how to swear probably i would”v: ******* ugly beach!
******* ugly beach! ******* ugly beach!

In my head I was done with school. It gave me so much relief.

I run to the library.

The library smelled nice, in a mysteriouse way.

The librarian asked me if I have a class.
I told her: -  I finished school.
She blinked smartly and mimicked as if believed me:
- Do you want to pick a book and read?  
- Yes, I can read!
She gave me a book  and I started reading it loud, with intonation as I saw on tv writers were reading:
- You read like a poet, - and smiled.

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Whatever are those people in your life: parents, teachers, friends that work for evil,
Some would tell you: we have only one menu, and you have to eat it. Oppressed will spread oppression! Do not listen to them!

Do not believe them! No matter who they are and how powerful they consider themself, they are not your authority! 
 Evil takes many shapes and forms to blind you to steal your dreams and strength.

Oppressed will spread oppression! Do not listen to them!
Look into the future! And know that You are a treasure.
There is always a chance and hope waiting for you after the corner!
There is always more to life than evel!

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

By Jalaluddin Rumi

America began in genocide
Slave labor all around
Everybody knows
I am the newsboy of this town

Canada is quietly
Mexico is more
Dancing on the ceiling
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          forgotten lore

As I walked out of my black and white world
in my grey colored clothes leaving behind the ruins of my life which was full of sadness full of fear.
Like stepping in a new dimension of space.
I saw colors so bright they hurt my eyes but bring joy to my heart.
Looking up to this infinite sky
I saw all shades of blue going over in turquoise
at the end I saw colors of a blushing sky with a glow on the cheeks, soft rose and soft pastel.
Crown of white was holding this up like  pieces of white cotton candy  so sweet, I just keep looking up.
Then I felt a light breeze from a soft blue wind ,
listening careful there was a message within.
Messages coming from afar reaching the ear
touching the heart.
I could hear the cries of people in pain, children in fear what a shame.
Could this beautiful sky be theirs too?
Yes it is,  I was one of them too.
Looking around what beautiful trees,
all kinds of green but also orange, yellow and pink.
Fields of tulips, red roses and yellow daffodils everywhere!
Indeed these are the colors of Spring.
Many butterflies and bees in the air
Buzzing around in search for a kiss.
The sounds of happy birds flying high taking dives back to earth.
I felt like Alice in wonderland
finally found after getting lost.
In reality
It was just another day in war.

We all must try to help the people in war. Shower them with colors of love.



Shell ✨🐚