now, that is slick! dropping your last name, to make you more famous even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you and he is already famous
smith really is a boring name
independence day for your new nation's mind what do they call the first independance day? not the one we celebrate yearly. but the one where it first happened?
oops i am sorry if i hurt you oops i did it again
oops i did it again oops i did it AGAIN!
this is brittany *****! i think she knew who it was who needs a last name to draw a buzz? what came first, the peach or the fuzz
all i ever got was the pit
is it okay if i call you willow smith or is it miss willow i will not use all caps for anybody!
i come first!
as you probably knew, before me...willow smith has changed her name to WILLOW...how bold...for a spoiled rich girl. who may deny reality...either way, i am being forced to do things i don't want to do, and type things i do not want to type
“Where is the rest for the weary?”, Cried out the sappy sun.
The burden of lighting up the world left his own soul lusterless.
His blistered fingers handed down his glow as he stood frozen up high in his onerous profession, keeping a bright smile in a baby blue prison.
In his own shame, the pitiful sun covered himself, boosting his rays so no man could beam their eyes up To see his dreary tears.
After work he would blaze back home Dreading the next day to come while countless stars flooded outside his home, Night after night Begging for his spot and Dreaming of his celebrity.
While the stars pounded on his door, inside He emptied endless tears out of the well of his heart But he could never let go of his pride. So, season after season he suffered in the spotlight all to hold on to his futile fame.
Always being flirted with While others never get noticed Standing out in densely gathered crowds The highs were way above and beyond Even the mightiest and highest of the clouds The shine would never ever leave My newly found and now world famous face But, it takes lots of **** hard work If wanting to stay in Hollywood’s first place Never liked to be the runner up Only ever winning, at any sort of race Paparazzi snapping, tabloids exaggerating For what’s its actually worth One more bit of bad gossip mongering They could bring anyone, back down to earth.
You know what would be miraculous. The comprehension of reality among the populace in general. That would be a miracle. We live in an age where these twenty something tweens believe that they are all, One second from stardom. Newsflash! It doesn't matter how many people Follow you on Twitter, Friend you on Facebook, Or how many followers you have for your YouTube channel, If you can't find a single original thought for yourself In that pop music filled- Romance and Action movie watching- Book of the month club reading- Head of yours, If you can't think and feel for yourself YOU ARE NOT A STAR You are a hack. You are just normal. Like the rest of us. So stop trying to get discovered, And start Thinking, Feeling, And Creating Something for yourself. Something for the world to see. Something original. Because you can't get by on the coat tails of others forever. Sooner or later you will need to survive on your own. And then when you've created something on your own. Something worthwhile. Something from your heart. Then you have a chance. A small chance, But still a chance To be a star.