Ashley Jamie

(May 19,1995 / Califorina)

The Affiliation


Heading down the path that was meant to be,
Living the life through out insecurities.
Head held high with no room for thrust,
Escaping the fear in which we progress.

Not only should we pick up where we stumble down,
Live life to the max; lead on.
Settle for worse,
Reconcile less,
make sure to over come all the self-progress.

We manage to seek, seek and design,
Do as we choose and let up with a love so divine.
As we perceive our consciousness,
Delight our rights,
Digging into manipulation can deliberate our time.

Mighty as truth,
Witted and bold,
Ransack our minds and catch a hold.
We as people belong; we stand alone.
God will helps us out,
but we as people need to be strong.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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