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Time for a poem!
It was hard for me to pick a poem, cuz I have sooooo many of them to choose from that are good enough, but here's my choice, and it has come down to this one. It's new and I've been performing it a lot. Now just remember, it’s one thing to read my poems, but it's something else to hear me do them. So see for yourself and see if you want to see me perform it:
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You see. You see. You See.
You all seem to dream in black and white.
I see neon colors beaming at my third eye, through my soul.
Integrating like birds, flying away.
And I am like left.
I am left alone.
I am always left alone.
And I don't come for anyone, I just go.
I just go. Go go go go.
Breezing through this life like my merry-go-round dream wasn't enough.
And who would have thought.
Another drink, one more pill. They have brought me to my fill.
I am just another prisoner in this society with dreams.
My dreams. My dreams.
Being held down by the “man” or “woman” or better yet
“So-called Government,” it seems.
Because of my color.
Because of my culture.
Because of my loud, loud screams.
Because of my loud, loud voice.
And because of my choice, choice, choice to revolt.
My choice to revolt.
My Choice to revolt.
You see. You see. You see.
I had the choice of staying in line, shutting up, and being still, but no.
No. No. No one will hold me down.
I will skip in line, scream as loud as I want and be wild.
I will move my body.
Shake my body until I fall and then I will still dance in Spirit.
You See. You See. You See.
You all seem to dream in black and white.
But I... I... I am neon colors beaming out of my third eye, my soul exploding.
I am the integrating birds, flying away.
And I am here, no longer sitting.
I am flying, so I am still alone.
I will never come for anyone.
I will always go. I will always just go.
Go. go. go. go.
And I hope you will follow,
So that these neon skies aren't so lonely.
Raise your hands high, if you'll come with me.
If you don't want to be imprisoned, fly with me.
If you're not on a leash, go with me.
If you don't dream in black and white,
Show me what neon colors you dream in...
Show me what neon colors you dream in...
Show me...
what neon colors...
you dream in.
This has been me, a production of a person growing beyond her time and still growing. I only wish to better myself and my work. If anyone wants any more info on me other than what's here, email me at FaithMerciful@aol.com or Sxycat423@yahoo.com. As I always say:
Love, peace and hair grease...
yours forever and a day,
~Eman~
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