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If You Were To Trace My Roots
If you were to trace my roots
What would you see
Would my past be full of kings and queens
Royalty
People who had everything handed to them
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I am mine
Do not touch me
Do not comment on my appearance
Do not look at me as if I am nothing
Do not act like I am yours
I am me
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If I was a boy
If was a boy
Would you question me
Would you call me intense
If I had an opinion
If I was a boy
How would you look at me
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Innocent as Hell
Don’t judge me by my cover
Cause honey you got it wrong I’m not your lover
I’m not going weak at the knees
Gonna do what I please
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Blueprint
I have searched
For years to find
The blueprint
That people have tried
Oh so hard to follow
It is now that I realize
There is no blueprint
No one gets to design me
And be the architect
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The perfect ride is music
A perfect ride
Is equal to music
Each turn is a sound
That adds to the song
A green a blue a black
Slow
Medium
Loves
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To the little girl with big dreams
I wish the sun always shone
But never burned your skin
And that when it is snowing
The cold never nips
I wish all your tears were happy
And you never knew grief
But I know none of this is true
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you have the right to remain silent
as the days turn to fire for retribution
and the nights turn to ice for revenge,
i watch the smoke curl over the mountains
grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic
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Mourning Autumn
Her hair,
Long and brown,
With that hint of red.
Her eyes,
Blue and bright,
With that touch of green.
Her style,
Bubbly and pink,
With all that glitter.
This is the Autumn -
✊🤝🫶
We are a free country
We have freedom
We have free speech
We are free
We fight
We fight party v partyBut really
It should be parties v government structure
Racism -
Fall and Winter
I spent fall with you
And fell into your frigid winter embrace
We went trick-or-treating in the dark
And we took walks in the park
But in the end
You were colder than winter
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A Golden Childhood
I existed as a precocious young girl who lived only in the context of her own mind.
I pranced over to the neighbor’s yard to gather rose petals for the fairies’ dresses,