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kategoldman Feb 2014
I've been running around all year
Cramming star dust into my veins
Shoveling secrets into my lips
Filling myself with the gases of our generarion
Gas occupies space but holds no weight
Gas expands to fit any container
Gas fills you up
can't figure out why you lay awake at night
Never feeling more empty
Feeding a tredmill cycled craving

You are not a car
Stop trying to run on gas
the blonde poet Feb 2015
Me and you, we're not so different after all.
Whether white or black, short or tall.
Because inside we are nearly equals,
From generarion to generation we are all just prequels.
Prequals to the next big step, the next progression,
I'm a legacy, My identity is not sole possession.
I'm made up of 99.7% percent of the same things as you,
That .3% determines who's who.
But remember that its what's inside that matters,
Even if the clothes on your back are old and in tatters.
See we're not so different at all,
There should be no reasons for us to to fight and to brawl.
So now I say before I am done,
If we don't come together as one, we are none.

— The End —