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I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

©

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

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I'm weird,
I'm different,
I'm quaint,
I'm unusual and I'm strange.
I'm a very unique individual
Who's bound to make a change.

I'm colorful,
I'm odd,
I'm irregular,
I'm abnormal and I'm myself.
I'm an extraordinary one-and-only,
Who is unlike anybody else

I'm unique,
I'm special,
I'm original,
I'm a one-of-a-kind type girl.
I'm not just your average anyone
Too easily forgotten in this world.

I'm weird,
I'm different,
I'm quaint,
I'm unusual and I'm strange.
I'm a very unique individual
Who's bound to make a change.

There were stronger days where waiting
didn't force my eyes toward strangers,
patient in their own submissive way while rather
ugly in their chosen manners.
Skin worn tight upon their bones and
constantly consuming pulp;
spitting out receipts and change while lacking
the slightest notion this way, that.
During all my time observing,
organizing thoughts in sequence,
all these people seem to slip away
and through my semi-conscious fingers.
But I won't regret their leaving
or fume about the ways they'd bested --
I'll simply watch them go and clatter
while I enjoy the quiet alone.