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The offering
This is what I offer
But this is what you see
I offer trust
I offer understanding
An optimist
A rocker
A dancer
A vampire
A fairy fallen out of her reality
Compassion
Hope
Companionship
Good words and star filled nights
What you see
Hair color that will be ever changing
Protected by walls of distrust
Will that prevent you from knowing me?
Will that bring you to judge me?
Black combat boots with shiny silver spikes
A danger, a threat
What they want me to be
A robot mortal
A routine
A program ended with a little red button
Metallic, shiny new
Until I rust with age
Just to be thrown out
Down to earth, logical, close minded
Unfaithful, full lip, Overwhelming breasts
A cigarette dangling from my closed pink lips
A story to laugh at on a rainy day
But my story they'll tell after I'm long gone
When they can't be afraid
Of m y rising from black oblivions
And crushing what they thought was right
I will be me
Even after I'm long gone
A letter to the future
A prophet of the past
A crippled dream
With a long hope
With a faith in ones-self
To cry with the rain
To dream in the day
To fly at night
To test each set of limits
Pressing the bars of the universe
To build a realm of my own
With alternatives
Not just A, B, or C
Choices
We are not robots
Nor can we be judge by scan-trons
I will not be that girl on the billboard
Who is twelve and a showgirl?
I will ride into the sunshine
And fly into the night
As not to alarm you
Searching, Learning
Discovering life
Embracing, going headlong into the adventure
That is death
To travel into another life
One without me
This is me
But is only your beginning
Not even half way though this
This is what I offer
This is what you see
A quiet girl
A woman who will not approach you
As a friend
You must rise and take the chance
I have enough people
If you don't speak
You don't want to know
This is why they want
A quiet, single, close-minded shell of a life
Something I
Could never give them
Even
If I wanted to
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| The struggle for individuality is age-old, tried, and true. This one speaks of it in detail, at least from the female point of view. Few people have been able to voice "teen angst" and the fight for individualism, but I think you have the knack! Good work! |
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haha I like this line,
"To build a realm of my own
With alternatives
Not just A, B, or C
Choices"
I thought it was kind of funny :D |
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| Impressive, and very honest. People always seem to think their ideas of what things should be like are the best, but you respond to their naivete well. |
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