Oh, it all looks different
But that doesn’t mean anything has changed
Still, I reach for You
When I am afraid
And this breath that comes from You
Helps me say Your name
Would you like me to say your name,
To roll it to my tongue's tip,
So when it touches the teeth,
I would be able to taste you,
And learn of your flavor?
Would you like me to tell you,
What your story is - should I tell
It the way I believe it happened,
Or would you prefer that
My imagination runs so wild?
I never know what to expect of you;
Oh there are trickles for you,
But not from the corners of my eyes.
I dearly wish to watch the red sun,
Rising over the top of your head.
Your people know my people,
But which parts of me truly
Know which parts of you when?
Yes I shall whisper your name,
With my lips on your lobe one day.
Listen up. Yes, you, I'm talking to you, YOU there. If you wanna dance to that song, you fucki' dance to it. Dance like nobody is watching your strange-ass. If you feel something deep down, write about it. Sing it. Shout it. Paint it. Whatever helps you get it out there. If you want to feel beautiful, YOU GO GIRL. Don't let any fuckboy, or any dumbass bitch at school tell you no. If you need to tell the teacher because you're hurting, go right ahead. Do not let the familiar word 'snitch' stop you. If your parents are fighting, stand up and fight for yourself. You stand right in the middle of the damn pair and scream at them to sit down and shut up. It doesn't always work but it did for me once, so.... who knows? If you want to take part in that House Event at school, you've only got to go and bloody do it!! See, you can punch up objects and let others get you down, or you can be better than that. You can prove them wrong by doing what they all thought you would never do. (Unfortunately I'm not very good at taking my own advice!!) #inspirational#inspiration#loveyourself#pain#standup#damn#sayyourname#louder#clearer#iamme