Not meant to be Means nothing to me I am unpersonified, A bounty on every breath I ceased to exist At 5 months conceived I was born a miscarriage, A mistake, a not meant to be Fate has no ties, No threads to weave Im a mess up in the Fundamental tapestry Even god seeks my death To take back what's not mine Defiant, deviant, I don't abide My life is not forfeit Unbound, unbalanced, unknown I fight for the right to LIVE.
Dressed up in bundles of bows, Point out all of your "faults" and drill the teeth, braces on for years, It'll make the "biggest difference," you'll be what you're "meant to be," Shove these roll models in your face, it's all about these prudent fears, We've gotta follow suit, be moulded, from day to day, months, years, Follow the path well followed until you're the "best" at this old game, It'll be such a sorry path if you choose eccentrics-what *you dream?
Get under my skin, pull at the nerves. It has been a long time since I let you in; you haven’t got a key but you break down the door. You can pack me up with a stamp send me off, be rid, but I’ll only end up on richer shores. If you want to win the lottery simply to watch me pick up pennies- fine. But don’t think I am less noise less light less space because that is what you want.
Victims or Perpetrator why aren't we content about life itself.
Yes we will go through trails. No life isn't always fair. But; learning to love thy neighbor and help other people can make a huge change in Today's Society. If we learned to care for one another ALL OF THEE ABOVE ACTS wouldn't happen.
To my victims Please dont live with suffering in your heart and allow that person who caused you harm power over you. Take your life back forgive them for your self healing!!!
It was the free speech zone That crossed the line That corral set up for us To voice our grievances Unto the King But we are free men Not cattle And you don't give us our rights We are Americans We don't get into pens Or boxcars, For the record. You cannot Pen our thoughts or hearts Like beasts Waiting for the slaughter You cannot imprison freedom Within fences That you ***** No matter how hard you try We will fight and die if we must Glady, we will fall Before we will ever enter Your free speech zone We will leave our wives and children To cry And mourn our cold bodies That will become headstones In the desert Telling all our story Of men who lived And died free
Dedicated to the brave men and women who chose to stand with Cliven Bundy against the power and might of the Federal government in the Nevada desert.