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First part of my book/story
Aubrey Rose Blake was not one to back down. Especially when it came to a bet with Xander Ray Miller. They were seeing who could find the most hidden doors in the Miller mansion.
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Fear Is A Cage
Fear is a cage
Trapping me
Holding me
Keeping me in the same spot
I can peek through the bars
Get a glimpse of hope
But a shadow of fear covers it
Fear is a cage
Stopping me
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I Hate But...
I hate the way he talks
But his voice sends me to laughter
I hate his hair
And yet when he runs his hands
Through it
I get butterflies
I hate the way he is everywhere
But I look for him
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High expectations
For myself
Fear of failing
Is something I will never
Escape
Each red mark
On the paper
Another mark
To myself
My confidence
My pride
The papers around me
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So yea
Don’t you dare call me dramatic
Don’t you dare say I’m overreacting
I am standing by what I said
Your the problem
So yea
I had a choice
Loves
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Red (white and blue)
Red:
The color of blood
The color of the hearts that are going to be ripped out
ripped out and thrown aside.
Red,
the color this country became
as of... yesterday?
White:
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Spray-Tanned
Why did you have to hurt us?
Again?
Again?
‘Cause when I was young
there was a chance
a chance
to be free
a chance to see a woman be
something new and
different
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Stupidity
Some people vote, but never think,
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd. -
That's that, I suppose.
Look, even she's crying.
A girl pointed at me, before first period
Look, even she's crying
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Civility
Since when did the world mock me?
When was the moment that I walked down the street to a threat of being paved?
A threat on the path I have walked my whole life?
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i beg of you
this is not a poem.
this is not a song.
this is not metaphor, a sonnet, an ode, not a ballad, a rant, not even a dream–
this is a plea.