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Andrea Diaz Dec 2011
I come from a moldy house
With human tall grass,
I grew up with water balloon fights, Saturday morning cartoons,
And the child like imagination I still carry.

Happiness, sunshine, and rainbows were all I ever was.
Things like gangs, ****, and even death
Were all unknown to a child’s mind.

I come from the lazes, the loud mouths,
The goof-offs, the gammers,
The writers, the poets, and the crazies.

From sunshine to isolation,
Sandy beaches to hard concrete
A lone fixed house to an overpopulated town house.
Struggling daily just to put food on the table.
Keeping up the grades just to get to that end of the bridge we call high school.
Bearing false happiness just to get through life

I come from the breaking sweat father breaks every day.
I am from the goals and dreams my parents have accomplished

I come from the center of the universe
  Growing wings and flying down to the Earth below,
Landing on the majestic, blue calm waters.
Like that lone forbidden fruit gently falling off the sacred tall
Claudia Sep 2014
Two thousand downloads from societies web
Only in one day, a certain success
A few users left, but mostly did stay
For whats to say, “They Will Come Back and Play”

The penalty for leaving
if you even pose the thought
bullying, laughter, certain weeping
for trying have said NO

If you decide on leaving
And simply glare the thought
Your bed will hunt your body
Until you decide to oppose

Tell everyone your not angry
For how are they going to know
They know you are a player
Even when they did wrong.

Make your opinion shallow,
Make sure to think like them
Deny that you like certain things
that way you´ll have a chance

The game with settled winners
The game that leaves you hope
Don’t overestimate the gammers
They have played for far too long

They teach you to play stupid
to never pose a threat
to tell your friends you love them
while thinking about betray

They don’t know what you like
thinking you are like them
trying to fit in
but knowing that you can’t

COME AND PLAY SOCIETIES GAME
only a few winner, but EVERYONE STAYS
Why are you still part of it
Are you afraid what’d they´ll say?
This is a poem where you can interpret your own feelings. But engage with me thinking, does anyone know your potential? Are you afraid to show it to the rest? Are you telling others you agree on their thoughts, but you completely disagree? Be brave. A diamond shines in the sand.

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