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Don't shove a name on me –
Your stereotype can crash and burn.
You cannot keep me down;
I will always rise and return.
Your labels mean nothing to me –
Utter nonsense through and through.
Every person is unique;
I am me and you are you.
Skinny, smarty, four-eyed freak...
Chubby, lazy, forgetful, meek...
Afraid, coward, forgetful fool...
Follower, do-gooder, mindless tool.
All these names are meaningless –
I am me and you are you.
But when names cease to be
How can you tell who is who?
Labels define us and create us –
Remind us of who we are.
Every person is unique,
But stereotypes can go too far.
Your stereotype can crash and burn.
You cannot keep me down;
I will always rise and return.
Your labels mean nothing to me –
Utter nonsense through and through.
Every person is unique;
I am me and you are you.
Skinny, smarty, four-eyed freak...
Chubby, lazy, forgetful, meek...
Afraid, coward, forgetful fool...
Follower, do-gooder, mindless tool.
All these names are meaningless –
I am me and you are you.
But when names cease to be
How can you tell who is who?
Labels define us and create us –
Remind us of who we are.
Every person is unique,
But stereotypes can go too far.
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History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
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Every Time With The Same Brush
Every time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote
So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?
She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas
Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows
Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars
Every tim
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Bi-Polaroid
Will you take a Polaroid picture
And shake it in your hand
As you wait for it to develop
Please try to understand
That my smile might as well be painted
My tears photoshopped out
I'll add a caption on the reverse
So there will be no doubt
That I swing low like a pendulum
In a grandfather clock
That I fly high as a soaring kite
With each tick and each tock
Will you take a Polaroid picture
And hold me in your hands
As you wait for me to develop
Please try to understand
There'll be days when I'm as cold as ice
I'll thaw myself for you
And those things I said with aggression
I will try to undo
You should take me in to a dark r
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Just some thoughts on stereotypes. What are your opinions on the matter?
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EDIT: Well, that was probably my first and last time on the front page! Thank you so much for all the views, comments, and faves! I'm really flattered.
Copyright © 2012 *ScarletDevil1503. All rights reserved.
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Put me all the labels you can, world. I'm not the one who has to read them. You are.