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I know they say I’m not less than in view But I’m bursting at the seams Of being told What I can be I'm more than that pretty thing hiding in the corner. When can I state my view? Decide my own timeline. Fight as a peer Instead of a squalid sequel. I’m more than that pretty thing gracing your arm. When will I be seen for my intelligence? Be introduced as my accomplishments Not just someone’s pet. I’m more than that pretty thing reading beside you These walls are filled with work; Teeming with the outcomes of edification Twists and turns in vivid inspiration I’m filled to the brim Yet more will emerge I’m more than that pretty thing dancing next to you. I’m an artist With a vision all my own A writer Spinning words of chaos across a page. My body can bring forth life But it’s worth more than that Yet your say is better than mine? I’m more than that pretty thing sleeping beside you. Yes, I wear lingerie But bring those eyes up It’s not for your viewing pleasure. I’m more than that pretty thing silent in acquiescence. I need to get out Before these walls cave in If I get any more I won’t claim what to do. It can’t take a lifetime But I’ll fight one true I’m more than that pretty thing wading through the crowd That’s the way it needs to be Time is running few Running out of walls is not the way I plan to be. I'm more than that pretty thing marching down the street. I’m that pretty thing emerging from the shadows. I’m that pretty thing taking care of others. I’m that pretty thing using those walls. I’m that pretty thing running for a change. I’m that pretty thing awake in passion. I’m that pretty thing screaming to be heard. I’m that pretty thing pushing through the mud. I’m that pretty thing marching down the street.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
That Pretty Thing
I know they say I’m not less than in view But I’m bursting at the seams Of being told What I can be I'm more than that pretty thing hiding in the corner. When can I state my view? Decide my own timeline. Fight as a peer Instead of a squalid sequel. I’m more than that pretty thing gracing your arm. When will I be seen for my intelligence? Be introduced as my accomplishments Not just someone’s pet. I’m more than that pretty thing reading beside you These walls are filled with work; Teeming with the outcomes of edification Twists and turns in vivid inspiration I’m filled to the brim Yet more will emerge I’m more than that pretty thing dancing next to you. I’m an artist With a vision all my own A writer Spinning words of chaos across a page. My body can bring forth life But it’s worth more than that Yet your say is better than mine? I’m more than that pretty thing sleeping beside you. Yes, I wear lingerie But bring those eyes up It’s not for your viewing pleasure. I’m more than that pretty thing silent in acquiescence. I need to get out Before these walls cave in If I get any more I won’t claim what to do. It can’t take a lifetime But I’ll fight one true I’m more than that pretty thing wading through the crowd That’s the way it needs to be Time is running few Running out of walls is not the way I plan to be. I'm more than that pretty thing marching down the street. I’m that pretty thing emerging from the shadows. I’m that pretty thing taking care of others. I’m that pretty thing using those walls. I’m that pretty thing running for a change. I’m that pretty thing awake in passion. I’m that pretty thing screaming to be heard. I’m that pretty thing pushing through the mud. I’m that pretty thing marching down the street.
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lindsay-alayne-stevens
32/F/American
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
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