Alexander Brown

Rhonda is sleek and black as dirty oil.
She is fast! She flys! Like a black bullet glowing blue below.
She is digital and up to date, and fairly new.
She is smooth and perfect in the inside.
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Religion is a place, religion has no face.
Religion you go, religion you don't know.
Religion is ignorance, religion is not proven.
Religion is dress clothes, as if He cares.
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Don't pick me, squeeze me from here I see it all.
I like your face it's such a nice place for me to stay.
Don't cover me or poke me in fact, do nothing at all!
Your filthy face helps me flourish!
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Basketball is my love and the Lakers are my team.
And Kobe Bryant is my player.
i support him, cause he's good and fun to watch play.
In my room are 2 of his jerseys hanging on display.
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He walks around in his headphones fist bumpin' everyone.
He doesn't judge he doesn't hate he just exists.
He talks to me frequently and unashamed i talk back.
We are pretty close friends and i'm glad i know him.
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What a perfect day they are so happy, parents so proud.
What a phenomenon the exchanging of vows.
What a smile on their faces, how nervous their hearts,
but lets go back to before the wedding even starts.
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Why try to be like someone else?
Why not try to be yourself.
Why try to be popular.
Why not try to start something else.
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We all stand in line, waiting for the end,
as we stand peering over the pale face of a friend.
Happy and active… No, the image of the grim is what stays,
staring at your loved one, the sound of the seconds souls sailing away.
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Your parents are lame and step on your style.
Your parents don't understand because they are old.
They treat you as if you're a child.
So in rebellion you never do as you're told.
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Compared to being a teen, people are younger, older, or way older.
People look at teens as stupid, irresponsible, and dumb.
As if we're not people and should be excluded from the world until we ‘grow up'.
And here is what we have to say about that.
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My mom tells me a story of when she was little.
My grandpa's players, they all called her tiger,
come over to practice in the barn by her house.
Before balls could bounce and baskets shot.
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A death of a teen who is so innocent with adolescence.
What can be more sorrowful than burying a life left unlived?
No cap no gown, just a small school in a small town.
Her eyes, virgin to the world, her face unseen by the sights.
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Love is often wasted in the early years of our lives.
2 years wasted, two years done.
2 years never gained back.
We are too young to love, too young to commit.
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Looking in the mirror i see my selves' reflection,
but looking in the mirror does not show my perception.
Beautiful blue eyes obtained at baby birth.
And with these blue eyes i see my teenage face.
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