I will be the court jester
But when you remind me of my past
My lungs refuse to laugh
Now I fall quiet
A sad smile dances on my lips
As I glance at you with pain in my eyes
You miss the red dripping down the back of my shirt
Almost as if you didn’t notice stabbing me
I will not get revenge
You are my friend
Not my enemy
But remember this:
I will be the jester, but I refuse to be your fool.
Rain.
Laughter.
Smiles.
Swimsuits and twister.
Getting soaked just for fun.
This is girlhood.
This is happiness.
This is freedom.
Music is great
But being compared to your best friend isn’t
Music is great
Can you hear the roar of the crowd?
The thousands of people,
Kids, teens, adults and seniors.
All screaming at the corrupt administration that we call a government.
We will not be silenced.
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