Those who adhere to the sturborness Of those little hurtful words Will be blinded by their ignorance And by hatered of their cause Those who scream hallalugieh as the tears escape their eyes like the water flowing down their cheeks is the evidence of life they’ve proven guilty of those deeds and now they wash away how dare those few who look and laugh then come and expect to play They cannot play their games with us Then play our games with them How dare they insult the broken pride And live without it again. Call me a thread about to break But I know I am unlike it see I am not what you call An oppertunity I am not as fragile as the glass that smashes on the floor. I am not as fragile as the waves that crash upon the shore. I am not as breakable as you who cries when I ignore. I am not mine nor yours nor his nor hers. I am simply on the floor. But that’s not the thing that you should be scared of. Its when I rise from fall. I will scream and shout and laugh and cry. From my lungs fury high. And some fury more. The passion dance will ignite and explode upon the core. I will not be below your feet. I am not inferior. I am whoever, watever, whenever. So let me steer my own course.