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I wondered if I was too soft, too pliable, to bendable, to breakable I wondered if my sensitiveness would be better served on a censorship list if it would be better to weather my own emotions until they eroded a road not known to be so gentle because when you're always spoken to like a mistake it starts to be the only thing you can taste and you end up feeling less like great and more like pain my mother swears that I am the air that she breathes so when they diagnosed her, I hope the doctors didn't blame it on her environment and when my friends would talk about that chick and wanna bone her  bone would carry me back to the skeletons in my closet while they were only concerned about getting in between that girls hips, when they ***** her               I wanted to be that girls hips, the bones inside of her                     because without me she couldn't move alone                                    and without her heartbeat                                            I'd just be bones I can't tell you how many times my friend Maddy was battered up on   homeless plate but we still dug out love she was rocked quite often, but was one hell of a mountain climber she payed a hefty price to wear his fists, and they were the most expensive eye makeup I've ever seen when my friends would brag about how many lamp shades they would look under in their room, how many metaphorical lamps laid on the nightstand surrounding their bed my mother always said if I let them shine in my mind, I wouldn't need not even one night stands     I hold them high                    spell a woman                                 a woman is a                          man                    on             wo and you can still be fly if you land on one disrespect them, and we're kicking dirt on the land from which we all grow while most guys are treating the inside like a candy store, I found that all the getting inside in the world don't matter until you feel like you've found your golden rapper while most guys are wishing that girl is blind enough to see their ulterior motives they've forgotten most women have super powers all they see are invisible men, and I wanted to make her feel my words like brail to the unseen I wanted to bring life to those frozen in time words once told to her because those 'I love yous' and 'I miss yous' from her exes were paralyzed from the neck down they were just trying to get ahead, and once alive, need oxygen to live and sooner or later she was only living to breathe life into those words, and I wanted to breathe life back into her my mother taught me things she said, just because someone before you                                spent time in her boiler room                                       doesn't mean they turned                                               the heat on she said, no matter who smashed you make sure you love that girl to pieces a girl's past is like cremated ash, it's been lived already my mother said, kisses are like stitches, they heal all wounds as long as they don't remain hidden in a bottom right corner of special occasion birthday cards        because every kiss does not begin with k, they begin with lips                                          and so does every life                        It's time for us guys to start                  respecting where          we came     from.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Time to respect motherland
I wondered if I was too soft, too pliable, to bendable, to breakable I wondered if my sensitiveness would be better served on a censorship list if it would be better to weather my own emotions until they eroded a road not known to be so gentle because when you're always spoken to like a mistake it starts to be the only thing you can taste and you end up feeling less like great and more like pain my mother swears that I am the air that she breathes so when they diagnosed her, I hope the doctors didn't blame it on her environment and when my friends would talk about that chick and wanna bone her  bone would carry me back to the skeletons in my closet while they were only concerned about getting in between that girls hips, when they ***** her               I wanted to be that girls hips, the bones inside of her                     because without me she couldn't move alone                                    and without her heartbeat                                            I'd just be bones I can't tell you how many times my friend Maddy was battered up on   homeless plate but we still dug out love she was rocked quite often, but was one hell of a mountain climber she payed a hefty price to wear his fists, and they were the most expensive eye makeup I've ever seen when my friends would brag about how many lamp shades they would look under in their room, how many metaphorical lamps laid on the nightstand surrounding their bed my mother always said if I let them shine in my mind, I wouldn't need not even one night stands     I hold them high                    spell a woman                                 a woman is a                          man                    on             wo and you can still be fly if you land on one disrespect them, and we're kicking dirt on the land from which we all grow while most guys are treating the inside like a candy store, I found that all the getting inside in the world don't matter until you feel like you've found your golden rapper while most guys are wishing that girl is blind enough to see their ulterior motives they've forgotten most women have super powers all they see are invisible men, and I wanted to make her feel my words like brail to the unseen I wanted to bring life to those frozen in time words once told to her because those 'I love yous' and 'I miss yous' from her exes were paralyzed from the neck down they were just trying to get ahead, and once alive, need oxygen to live and sooner or later she was only living to breathe life into those words, and I wanted to breathe life back into her my mother taught me things she said, just because someone before you                                spent time in her boiler room                                       doesn't mean they turned                                               the heat on she said, no matter who smashed you make sure you love that girl to pieces a girl's past is like cremated ash, it's been lived already my mother said, kisses are like stitches, they heal all wounds as long as they don't remain hidden in a bottom right corner of special occasion birthday cards        because every kiss does not begin with k, they begin with lips                                          and so does every life                        It's time for us guys to start                  respecting where          we came     from.
trevor-david-brown
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
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