Her focus was on the fields of childhood dreams
melting into the sun,while catching grasshopers
playfully she'd dance along
innocence clung to the wisps of her hair
she knew nothing of vanity
only how to find the beauty in the palm of her hand

He came to her from another place
in which he knew so well
and watched her in all her glory and grace
his heart began to fall
and so begins his tales of love
fishing for her song

"You'll learn to love me one day"
he'd say
such an arrogant disreguard
he pulled her away from the field of dreams
and introduced her to the world
estranged she followed blindly into something
so foreign to her

When he finally saw her instead of his reflection
he confessed to what he'd done wrong
and he had grown into a towering tree
from a little shaggy shrub
She touched upon the hot flesh of his cheek
and began to love him from that moment on

For in moments of unbiased honesty like these
even a girl can see a man is born

I cant deal with this anymore
I cant be a puppet
moving to her every command
i cant do everything that she wants
only in her benefit.
does she look at other people?
Does she care about others feelings?
no.
she never gives me the chance to explain.
she never lets me in
she never lets me out.
it a continueum of fighting when we are together.
neverending.
like birds in a birdbath with one drop of water
fighting till death.
do us part.
this is mine
no wait that ones yours.
theyre both mine she says.
its all mine she says
truth is
it doesnt matter what i say
wrong or right
this void in my heart that will never be filled with love from my
one and only
sister.
my void is whole and ready to except her
but still she chooses
to ignore
to avoid
to disreguard
my every word in hopes to get her to understand.
this is a simple minded animal with the brain of einstine
feelings mean nothing, theres only room for fact.
this is mine.
no wait that ones yours.
truth is nothing is mine
because it will always be hers.

I swear
all I ever am
to any man
or rather boy
I've ever known
is a distraction.
some action.
An attractive thing
with which they can bide their time
(What about mine?)
until something else comes along.
and trust me, that doesn't take very long.
And sometimes it makes me feel okay
sometimes it makes me feel worthwhile
until I realize
That it doesn't matter what I say
or do
it's always going to be a game
to them.
Those men
who look to me for a distraction.
a meaningless piece of action.
And then there's me
poor and weak and hopeless
(as if I didn't already know this)
expecting it to make me feel
anything more than worthless.
And sometmes I pretend that I can play,
that I, too, love this game.
but the truth is I hate it.
I hate the way it makes me feel
and I hate the person inside this shell
created by this personal hell
In which disreguard is all I get
and all Im left with is feeling like this.
Because I'm only ever looked to as a distraction
and a worthless piece of action.


So come one
come all
and push down the girl
who will so easily fall
for the boy with a good charade
that's all they ever are these days.

My voice has often been silent
My voice hass been so
Quiet.
Shhhh
Shhh
Sh
S
.
I was taught to stay silent, disreguard all anger
But one day i was caught
I spoke out.
I was going to tear the barriers he made down.
When i spoke
Only one stood.
But that person made me feel so good.
I found the gift to lead.
I planted a seed.
And now,
My empowerment is growing
sprouting
&
Im getting older.
Im seeing the world for what it truely is.
It is not the painted picture i had been lead to believe it was, no.
It is a dark place.
No face to trust.
which is why
I want to change this place.
It starts with one,
One who marches to the beat of his own drum,
His own heart
MY VOICE
Will grow
L
LO
LOU
LOUD
LOUDE
LOUDER
Until the world either falls or stands
But i want to fix things.
End police brutality.
End racism
End slavery
End sexism
End hunger
And i know im not the only one for change.
You...YOU!
You have just as much power as i do.
We are limited only by our cell,
With the key in our pocket.
The door is wide open
The time is now,
But will you choose to walk through it?
The world needs you.
The world needs me.
Because we are lost.
And though we may not be wandering,
There always is a path.
And my voice is leading me
Where's yours?
Where is the hero in you?
Where is that soul that burns with passion
i dont have one
*******!
There is something in all of us!
We need to be awoken.
And if my voice is the one to wake us up
so be it

Lets fight
What this world
*has deprived us of

I contradict myself.
I know.
But it's only because
I really don't know
What I want.

In any case
I plan to continue
My paradoxical ramblings
and nonsensical thoughts.
Because how else am I supposed to get my mind across
the gap created
by my indecision?

Disreguard me
if you will.
Because nothing that escapes my lips lately
is of much consequence anyway,
really.

Though I guess if you have the desire
and attention
to listen close
to my lack of direction,
You might discover
that something in me
is slowly progressing.

It's all nonsense
and mumbled nothings.
But I guess
sometimes
It's really something.