a place in time - eye was created and survived rather than being raised- to reach a point where words were not just are weapons yet- tools of healing - it divides the lines of my life. self expression and self creation. be a womyn of one's word. and let the song sing from your soul. there is only time that we have and with it let us make history. pain is evident -suffering is optional. eye am currently trying to step up to slam jam... baby steps.. this is an outlet for things that eye cant say outloud./.. to those who know me know me well... all others can find out here, ....
like a raging ocean filled with crashing waves
i pray to fade away
and when i close my eye
i can see forever
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anything you wish it to be
the very thing eye wish it to be
the tiny dancer in my head
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If there was a willing way out
by all means i seek it
i dig deep into it
hoping to find what was scattered behind
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if only i could find the right words to express
deep inside my soul screams distress
and in the midst of all the chaotic flow
my mind just lets go
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i shall drink to forget and smoke to remember
the sweet smell of September
i am broken inside
yet my back bone hides
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