Be Real


another boring day zombies taking over
hungry for more, more, more DEATH
another boring day vanity sucking life dry
superficial days the ways no one speaks
not anymore are words used to create,
they search for acceptance and popularity
vanity striking, everywhere I go I see BULLSHIT
drowning in endless conversations about nothing
not one ounce of depth, I space out and imagine
what if I explode on these bitches, go psycho HAHA
like an addict in withdrawal I ache for a connection
I am desperate can you help me, can you?




you may not make title for me justified by your ignorance
first you must learn my lines and still your judgements have no place
opinion should only come after you rehearse the tracks in my life
step foot on my ground before you recite my true being
for my face can not be of pure truth.

forgive my faults and see beyond the mistakes
take notes of my goods as they do exist
instill hope in my being for i am human
one track missed now you have misunderstood
oblivious and blinded by unaccounted space.

one single choice can be made by billions
two billion reasons to cause persuasion
you know what may not be known
but you know not what i know
for one moment unknown can be the cause.

give chance for me not to prove but to be
consider a different angle, tilt over a bit
maybe now you will have view to what you could not see
your judgements suddenly untrue
free to study the curves in me.

Stand for Individualism


I could not be her and she was not meant to be me 
I have faith that we were placed perfectly full with mistakes 
not wrong even with our differing shades 
we bleed all the same, with blood. 
I’ve been attached to dozens of labels 
too often clipped on to the wrong hook 
I will not strive to be who she is, but 
I reach to be a better me. 
same as you, my book is my own 
some details familiar with individual frames 
aligned at many points, separated by detail 
unique and distinguished defining yours truly