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when i speak (rant of my life and yours)

what i say
 i mean with the kindest of hearts 
my love
 is often mistaken for hate 
because sometimes my visions spill out of my mouth when i see the life you’re trying to create
 just take 
 a look 
but don’t look with your eyes 
your eyes can’t see when your mind starts to fly what i say
 i say with an authority i shouldn’t have 
 inhibition delivering me to my very well deserved state 
teenage dream
 but the dreams i have are controlled chaos 
 nightmares that twist my rib cage towards the so desired truth what i say 
is the result of you trying to bleach me 
teach me the truth that was passed down to greet me
 wash me of my secret maturity 
because its rude to stand up for what i believe in 
if what i believe in
 is on the opposite end of a person over five years older than me what i say 
 is more than an everyday opinion 
 i have washed that word from my vocabulary 
 and protested it to no end what i say 
is not the result of the lack of thinking 
it’s the result of admitting that the lack of thinking created this mess that we call
 freedom of speech and i know a little more of what it’s like 
to become an object of a proven point
 when your point has been proven by others 
and you have to sharpen the edges for it to be seen as the same words
 and i don’t know every scripture 
but i know that God is love 
so why are those three words seen differently on Sunday morning out of a preachers mouth? and i’m no republican (sorry daddy) but i know my God given rights my country given rights and my self given rights
 but i no longer see that integrity in the cops we throw outside
 and i dare say 
i am afraid of the american flag
 because the fabric is being held against our mouths 
silencing us by giving us freedom
 but if i brought these things up to you 
 you wouldn’t understand 
because you take part in the war 
and don’t feel the land and it’s plans 70% of the people i know could tell me i’m wise 
but when the time comes to talk i gotta sit on the sidelines and watch people potentially ruin their lives 
 because i’m 13 
all i have to worry about are friendships 
 and lies 
and homework 
 and guys 
and i’m not downplaying these things
 i’m just saying
 a lot of adults have signed me up for wars
 and told me i’m not ready for the training
 but hey
 what do i know
 i’m only 13
 but just because a cut is small
 doesn’t mean it won’t bleed
 and experience means nothing without integrity 
 which is better than anything you could ever teach so when i speak
 someone is bound to listen to me
 and to that one random person 
 who i’ll probably never meet
 thank you
for being a part of the solution
 despite the fact 
that we’re only 13 and in case you were wondering about the other 30
 in the percentage above **
it’s my family**
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Riot-Worsley
For You?
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Riot-Worsley
Published
Jun 8, 2015
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#thoughts#me#maturity#13#younger#wiser
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