Everyone asks why I don't believe,
I have yet to be asked why I DO believe.

i find my mind blank
when the world arounds alive
but in my loneliness i ponder
and that is my demise
my eyes attempt to open
reality is blinding
you see that its ironic
that life and death are binding
the wise seem always dying
the ignorant do prosper
in this modern day and age
an empty mind is proper

I don't c u
Yet u stand 2 feet away
I cannot hear u wen u shout
And cannot read the language u sign
Wen you touch me I feel u not
Though my skin grows cold

I am blind
Not in my eyes but in my mind
I observe the world around me
But I am not one with the world around me
Wen the heart grows cold the mind soon follows
To become empty the world grows hollow
To open my eyes and 2 open my mind
And dream of the joys I may then find
To see u too hear u too touch u to feel
To show that this mad wonderful world is real
A trick of the mind a world so surreal
To see u too hear u too touch u to feel

I have been made fun of for the color of my skin;
For the way I dress;
My taste in music;
Even how I talk.

They say I talk black.

Talk black?
What do you mean talk black?
We have given color to the words I speak?
Can you SEE their color?

Instantly they make me a ****.
I become uneducated.
I am a thief.
A suspect.
Uncultured.
You do not even know me;
Yet you make ASSUMPTIONS as to who I am.

You do not even know me?
I'm sorry, where are my manners?
Hello, nice to meet you.
My name is ---- ----.
I am white,
But I talk black.

i asked u not 2 take my heart
instead u break it, shatters
u say its time that i move on
but still ur all that matters
in my dreams i c u
in my nightmares i cant escape
so i lay awake 2 think of u
the one ive lost of late
the dark seems so much darker
alone feels more alone
suddenly im lost
when u r here im home
i know u'll never c this
but know ur n my heart
close my eyes and c us
our love has yet to start

Kenzie is making

                                                               poetry

SO I THOUGHT
i should probably
write
a
poem 2oo


**i dont wunt 2 beeee left out