You seem to think I want a vote a voice a choice a brain behind my grin but all I want are blank ovals and a sharpie to fill them in.
I'd color each in orderly lines like soldiers they smolder a fire tinged vapor but it won't burn away all my blank ovals or the sharpie marks bleeding into the paper.
I press down my sharpie inky blood deep grudge carved into history these blank blank ovals are screaming to be touched by me.
If the world is blank ovals yes or no or something in between some ovals are obvious but some remain to be seen.
I mark in my plain ovals names are the same to me mixed in a big stew but if society let me be free I'd fill in an oval for you
We need Marianne Williamson to be the next president of the United States.
Marianne not only knows what she's doing but she also knows what to say. She's talking about love and peace and harmony where other people are just digging us into a hole or talking about the problems instead of the solutions. If you don't know who Marianne is, look her up. Watch her talk. Listen to her ideas. Some of it might sound really radical but that's the point. Love is radical nowadays. I got the chance to meet her this summer and talk to her. You know how some adults like listen to you then brush you aside? She looked in my eyes the entire time and talked to me like she would have any other person with a vote.
Her favorite idea of mine is her plan for the Department of Children and Youth. We are being left behind and Marianne knows it. She's willing to fight for us and everyone across the world.
of broken bones both young and old and fall leaves dusty breath atop the plain of earthy face lanterns light to catch of shadows revealed and creepy sounds that houses play in the night The autumn waits while winter steals the rest of her soft bright. a darkness falls that none can hear but oh how they miss the light
I am not one for secrets a love of life with lies is a lonely game of fraying string and dusty blue eyes Scissors are for construction paper rockets shatter glassy faced ceilings burning buildings ash drifting slowly to the ground somedays the sun green and black against the slippery earth falls upward and tangos with stars I am not one for silence I am boiling ink and paper I am strong I am reslilient I am here
I think you forget that we are listening. I think you forget that we wake up and see the same news as you do. We hear about the shootings, The violence and the poverty, The horrible, awful things in the world, too. But the difference is we care. We are taking steps to fix mistakes. We are crowding our government buildings with signs. We are posting social media messages of support and love for those who need it. Every one of us wants to help. We may be sitting at our breakfast table dreaming up ideas for change Or we may be on the frontlines of this battle for social justice. No matter where we are or where we come from We demand change. We wave the American flag in your faces because you have forgotten that you are not the only Americans. Pride flags fly across our country but somehow we are still fighting for our rights. You made mistakes and we are cleaning them up.
Today I am special Today I am funny Today I cross fingers that it will be sunny Today I am thanked Today I am unique Today I am The only person they need Today I am happy On the day of my creation When I stand on the stage I get a standing ovation Tomorrow I am ordinary Or so they all say But right now Today is my day. Today I am the best Today I am free Today is my birthday Happy Birthday to me
