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February 20, 2013
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This is my voice
It wasn't my choice 
I never learned to... be quiet. 

Graves are only boxes
I'm not dead yet, but who's counting?
The clock is
Time doesn't exist-
Clock's exist
I don't cut my wrist
I'm not pissed
But I'm sad. 

I want to be a writer
But instead, I'm bitter
Down comes the rain,
pitter patter pitter 
Against the window pane

I don't really know how to rhyme
But if I had a dime
For every time
I crumpled up a piece of paper,
I'd be rich.
But I'd have to give it all back for wasting trees. 

You can't win against society
They don't get that people come in variety
Causing people anxiety over their body
And the way they look.

They bring out the book
I say, "What book?" 
They say, "The bible."
Is it really that reliable? 
Christians are undeniable 
But it isn't justifiable.

What happened to "Jesus was a friend,"?
They put that phrase to an end
Is he a judge?
Religion's a drudge
Who can I love?
Following your rules
Much like fools

And I can't help but wonder if you're only scared
If you thought like this,
But no one cared. 
And you were unprepared 
For when people told you you were wrong.

So you're going to judge me now?
It's hate and judgement you should disallow  
Not being yourself. 
But we are society, aren't we? 

It's our neighbors we judge
Dragging through the mud
The sludge 
And the they we dress 
To impress our enemies. 
Wasting money on things we don't even want. 

Nobody looks the same
But everyone has to aim higher
Because beauty is the game 
Everyone wants to join in. 

This is my voice
It wasn't my choice 
And I'll never learn to be quiet. 

This is my very first spoken word poem. I'll probably add more onto it later when I think of more. I've been writing this all day. I really want to be a spoken word poet and go to Open Mic. Nights at cafes and book stores around, but I have performance anxiety so this pressure build up in my chest and I can't breathe, so it's going to take a lot of practice. Tell me what you think of this? Critique me, I should say.
Thanks, guys.
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DarkerHours Mar 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Umm... in the line "And the they we dress" is it supposed to be "And the way we dress"?
(I like this poems so I'm just hoping you don't freak out that I tell you that you may have a grammar mistake ^^;)
Love the poem by the way! :iconiloveitplz:
AnnieBird Mar 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Actually I am right. You are wrong. No mistake.
It was amazing totally relatable.
AnnieBird Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :')
Dappy..hiks..this is..too..awesome :icondesucraiplz:
Youre really great at's..*starts to cry*
It's...I cant say it with words..its..amazing poem..:iconcryforeverplz:
Heii..Dappy..can I make this into short story? //its inspire me to make a story..but Idk..if I can finished it or not ;v;
AnnieBird Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Sure you can, Micha! Go ahead! :'3
Give me some credit at least?
Thank you Dappy!! :iconsweethugplz:
of course I will <33 and I will give the title for Dappy C: //if I can finished it! :3
AnnieBird Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Awe thank you!!!! :iconbunnyloveplz:
Your Welcomee <33 :iconsweethugplz:
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