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[CENTER][SIZE=2]Sticks and stones will break my bones,and words will also hurt me.
My specs are broke,
The fire's toast,[/SIZE]
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And the hungry hunters devoured me.

Hunters and kill went up the hill
to fetch a torch of fire.
Jack, (lets call him Jack) fell down,
didn't break his crown,
but set the whole island on fire.
They don’t smell me, he says
They see me.
So I need a face to hide behind.
One that let’s ...

[CENTER][SIZE=2][COLOR=Teal]The Stranger[/COLOR]




Who is this stranger?

Is he my knight in the dark?

And he's touching my face

I can already feel his breath

Running all over my skin

His lips touching my lips

His hands holding mine

Feeling each other like no more days to come.

I don't want to stop

It's not that I am selfish

Though I can ...

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
[B]I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.[/B]
...

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[/SIZE][/I][/B][SIZE=2]I’m angry because you pursued me relentlessly and told me you wanted me
to be your girl.
I’m angry because I learned you did that with others while you were doing the
same to me.

I’m angry because you lied when you told me you were my dragon and i was yours.
I’m angry because I can’t tell you how angry I am.
I’m angry that it makes me hurt when I see, hear your name – even
when it isn’t you who’s being ...

I had often, cowled in the slumberous heavy air,
Closed my inanimate lids to find it real,
As I knew it would be, the colourful spires
And painted roofs, the high snows glimpsed at the back,
All reversed in the quiet reflecting waters —
Not knowing then that Dürer perceived it too.
Now I find that once more I have shrunk
To an interloper, robber of dead men’s dream,
I had read in books that art is not easy
But no one warned that the mind repeats ...