May 2014
You don't think I'm ready
to see the world?
You don't think that I'll
accept people?
You don't think that
I want to live?
One day you will see
when your only glimpse of me
will be in a **picture frame.
to see the world?
You don't think that I'll
accept people?
You don't think that
I want to live?
One day you will see
when your only glimpse of me
will be in a **picture frame.
I'm sorry, Mom, but I think I am ready for culture shock. You don't realize that I want out. I want to experience real life, a life that doesn't revolve around the same skin color or people all the time.
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)
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