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You truly deserve it,


Rightly so,


Ever! 

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 it isn't that 

 

anyone's mind 

 

is being read

 

that  just isn't possible

 

same as blue 

 

isn't red

 

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but it's because

 

when you're close

 

to the universe's needs

 

what you ask will 

 

be answered

 

wrapped up gently

 

in love's seeds

 

 

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patience must be learned

 

the guidance can be thin

 

you can't rush it you have to wait

 

for it to surface from within

 

 

*****

 

 

9:46 AM 7/6/2013

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

what some mediums say

wEeDs

Some girls are talking,

I walk up to them,
Just to say hi.
They ignore me. Again.
 
Why?
Why do they hate me?
Oh.
I remember.
 
BECAUSE I AM DIFFERENT.
I am not one of them.
The clones.
I want to be my own person.
 
At the beginning of the school year,
We read a poem.
Of FLOWERS.
And wEeDs.
 
I guess everyone else IS a FLOWER.
And I guess I am a wEeD.
A lowly wEeD, who no one wants to talk to.
Because I am different.
 
Why do people become clones?
Because when a person chooses to become a FLOWER,
They lose themselves in the process.
Forever.
 
Their former personality is never to return,
Only to be replaced with a metallic voice,
A cold soul,
And dyed hair to match.
 
Sure, you girls find love early on.
In high school.
But the wEeDs will win.
At least in the end.
 
Because WE will be the ones who have friends,
When we get out of the colleges,
That YOU never got accepted to.
Because our soul is still there.
 
Just because you are alive,
Does not make you more special
Than me.
Or the other wEeDs.
 
We will be the special ones,
Later in life.
And you will be the one.
Who is hoping for more.
 
Just like we were.
When you taunted us.
For being different.
For being wEeDs.
 
You just want more of yourself.
Strength in numbers,
Am I right?
Only you can decide.
 
You want an army,
Of FLOWERS.
To intimidate us,
wEeDs.
 
Go on.
Try to intimidate me.
Because I will forever stay,
A wEeD.
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Okay, so, I kinda forgot title of the power I wrote about, but the poem mentioned belongs to the author. Oh wow. A poem mentioned inside a poem. Yo dawg...