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Sep 2014
I wish my opinions would echo out
Clear as the dj doing a shout out
See my words make the sound of silence
My thoughts are seen as an act of defiance

I sit back in the dark
Scared I'd leave a mark
Scared to make a squeak,
The only time you'd hear my voice is if I were forced to speak

But I'm done with that
Its time I start swinging back
defending what I believe
Not caring bout what you perceive

I'm done with the wall flower persona
Cause I'm about to go super nova
I'm bursting out with this revolution
'cause I'm tired of living this illusion

The make believe image of peace
Acting like crime isn't obese
Pretending that the skies are blue
'cause these lies are far from true

The lies of our country
Like how there is real equality
But as long as we see this as reality
We can not be seen for our humanity

And only When
When more than a few see it as priority
Then we can really live in a true democracy

A place we are able to call home
With honor and dignity
So we don't have to roam

I don't want ppl seeing us as weak and cheap
I want them to follow us like sheep
I want us to be history makers
Not generation breakers

I see other people turning their heads
Wondering if I should be on meds
'cause my ideas are crazy
But if you ask me, they're just lazy

They don't have the energy
to fulfill our destiny
So I'm here to give you a needed nudge
Its time to stop walking and trudge

By any means necessary some seem to say
But their actions tend to stray away
'cause there is no easy way out
Unless your willing it bow out
But I refuse to quit
Who would that benefit?

So instead of sitting back in the dark
instead of being Scared I'd leave a mark
Instead of being Scared to make a squeak,
Instead of you only hearing my voice when I'm forced speak

I'm going to stand in the spotlight
Make sure my mark is a winning fight,
Make sure my squeak is a roar
And that my voice is accounted for

If you feel you want this hidden anarchy
Feel free

But don't expect me to take the back door
Or to play possum on the floor
'cause I'm bursting out with this revolution
Cause I'm tired of living this illusion

- E.A.F
Elizabeth Fruin
Written by
Elizabeth Fruin  27/F/Durham
(27/F/Durham)   
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