Ascension
As the rain cascades
Down my window pain
So does my pain
Cascade away from my consciousness.
Too long have I been trying to be
Tight skinny jeans
Double d's
Blonde beauty
The perfect trophy
Everything that isn't me
But what is wanted from society.
I want 70s
English professor
Black hair
Devilish stares
Jeans that flare
Living free of their stares.
I want shaved heads
Bed head
Piercings and tattoos
Skin that is bare
I want freedom and peace
Driving down the streets
Stevie nicks and free speech
Happiness and individuality
And no longer will I be stopped
By Me.
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The World is Gray and Other Truthful Lies
PoetryWhere Faith spills everything in verses and ramblings. If the world is grey, this selection of poetry is black.
