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An opinionated poem dedicated to 2 of my teachers... One of which has male PMS, the other who is just my creative art teacher.

Submitted:Mar 21, 2007    Reads: 127    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

You get what you take-
What's more?
Even if you call me "philanderer",
You still mean WHORE.
Read this at your own
And give it the thought it's due.
The one who's taken for granted
Isn't you.
"Keep quiet! Don't cause a ruckus"
Is what they all say.
Did it keep you from giving it
All away?
Hypocrisy may be the most unsane crime,
But apathy just wastes time.
Refuse the life you're given only if
You're willing to change.
Mark these words, no matter how strange--
The weak, the weary, may fade or remain,
But the blind and hopeless always perish.
Ideas are bulletproof, meant to be
Offend someone to see if they care.
Fear is nothing-
Don't be scared.
Make your own damned rhythm!
They can't stop you.
They will never stop you.
They simply cannot touch you.


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