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Born with a million of dreams, Then hundreds of em’ As years past it’s only One. Born with a ton, Now, None. It’s no fun with a lot of Precious comments and multiple Heart dents. Your worthy, But it seems only your dreams is Surrounded by a wired fence. No matter how much you Feel or think you will be, It always end up leaving, From a negative society. So much riot, Quiet please. I get a glimpse of my future It’s so much anxiety. It hits when you feel it's a Dream, But it hits even harder When you realize it’s Reality. Time moving slow, But yet it’s so Fast. A ghetto child With broken promises and demons From the Past. With so much potential, And healed words that’s so Resentful, A smile that is beautiful, And eyes that are so Wise, A ghetto child Blind to the golden Prize. Seeking out dreams That leave her no place to Hide. Her demons is beginning, But how long will she Realize, That when the evil awakens, It’s fulfilled to tell lovely Lies. Living in a big world, Where rules don’t Apply, And the white and black thing Divide. Everything is like a ***** Scheme in her Eyes, That’s why friends are pushed Aside, And family filled with strong Unhealthy, Dysfunctional Pride. It feels she was buried, Dead and alive, But yet her smile is such a Gleam, And her life is yet Without a, Dream.                                                -Marci H.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
No Dream
Born with a million of dreams, Then hundreds of em’ As years past it’s only One. Born with a ton, Now, None. It’s no fun with a lot of Precious comments and multiple Heart dents. Your worthy, But it seems only your dreams is Surrounded by a wired fence. No matter how much you Feel or think you will be, It always end up leaving, From a negative society. So much riot, Quiet please. I get a glimpse of my future It’s so much anxiety. It hits when you feel it's a Dream, But it hits even harder When you realize it’s Reality. Time moving slow, But yet it’s so Fast. A ghetto child With broken promises and demons From the Past. With so much potential, And healed words that’s so Resentful, A smile that is beautiful, And eyes that are so Wise, A ghetto child Blind to the golden Prize. Seeking out dreams That leave her no place to Hide. Her demons is beginning, But how long will she Realize, That when the evil awakens, It’s fulfilled to tell lovely Lies. Living in a big world, Where rules don’t Apply, And the white and black thing Divide. Everything is like a ***** Scheme in her Eyes, That’s why friends are pushed Aside, And family filled with strong Unhealthy, Dysfunctional Pride. It feels she was buried, Dead and alive, But yet her smile is such a Gleam, And her life is yet Without a, Dream.                                                -Marci H.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
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