Meekness is not my weakness
I have a will of my own...
It was the first day of eighth grade;
the last year of middle school...
Many ways to live life,
Many ways to die...
In the eyes of the Lord,
We are pieces of him...
I look at my world and see the poverty, sickness...
I cry for those who are encompassed by it all yet...
Direction from God looks slim,
Medication prescribed more to her...
To think that I've tried so hard
Only to end up here...
Stand and stare
eyes glaze over...
Foetal movements, clamber within
Gently prying a novel, smooth surface...
Why am i classified?Why does society say i can not...
Dear sweet enigma,
Am I? Or who I am? You...
Forgive me//For not asking
Forgive me//For not speaking...