| Poetry 8 |
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| "History" Bam! The hammer's coming down Silent is the class clown In class you wear the crown Oh, but what will you do When you learn the clown's you? We all must learn our history It's something everyone should know But where did my history go? It's in the textbooks and words said By straight old white guys who are dead Do you really think that's me? You think that diversity is race If we learn black as well as white Then everything is alright You think that everything is fair Fuck the other people out there Their histories you just erase They are just a little side note Who cares what happened to the gays Or that Stonewall lasted four days Why did the ERA not pass We don't have enough time in class Just stick to what the dead guys wrote We learn by what isn't spoken The silence screams to be heard So much more than the whispered word Do you know what you are saying Do you know who has been paying The barriers must be broken Bam! The hammer's coming down This time you are the clown You've been stripped of your crown Oh, but what will you do Cause you know this is true. |
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| "Magnetic" the wind moans I see you in the storm one moment the rain cries aching sleeps the sky falls as we soar beautiful like an eternity |
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| "You" delicate whispers soar in the black sky thousands of moments deliriously aching like the wind moaning together sadly bitterly visions never true only raw dreams live leaving mad shadows above loveless roads in hot frantic sleep as I worship you |