1. "this is something i wrote soooo long ago... but im feelin it today" In response to In response to 0
anyone rememba? nah i dont expet you to because it was years ago
but here:
She sits, not molded fighting she stands proud fighting not to contort to thrive in an unjust society she reads for knowledge, for peace fighting thru the struggle of adversity when does it end? It ends the day she bends and becomes something she isn't It ends the day she settles for less It ends on instant gratifications & quick made decisions It ends thinking short-term It ends on status seeking and facades
Freedom can be stolen in so many ways The constricting box is placed thru circumstances, religion, where you live, love, and even the mind
Mind control thru the set up that we have made ourselves the music that bellows the bodies we overexpose the once sacred protected things that we market the once sacred things that we use to gain profits
the corruption of simplicity the deviation from the soul...
take it back back to the original meanings to find truth in all things and be truly free not psuedo-free
we're so limited
we're limited to only make sound that we can spell
even if i shreek, i have become limited even if i seek... I am limited
so how does one become truly free?
I guess it's only the free that is the best of my ability? ******
"I did it again"
Engaged my soul into what i thought could be (you and me forever) the fear of opening up slowly drifted away and i became so so so so so so so ....comfortable (I felt woman-child)
But the truth is- is I feel I belong nowhere (haven't been able to relax inside for a long time) always fighting (changing from my current state so noone can pinpoint me)
...on some identity crisis shit some, one foot in, one foot out shit running and im so tired tired of the bullshit
i thought i could just collapse in your arms when You hovered over me and held tha back of my neck i slept in peace