Aisha Mone't Poems

I look to the left,
then to the right,
and i wonder at the sight,
flowers blooming,
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You think you know me, but do you really?

Because who are you to tell me who I can and cannot be?
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Life is a mystery always changing,
always turning,
life is always being made,
and life is always stopping,
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In darkest night,
In brightest day,
no matter how far away,
if you need to run away,
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i wish dear sir,
that you could understand how much i care,
but no.
you are blinded by your greed,
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Brothers; they make you laugh haha,
they make you cry,
and sometimes there as annoying as a sticky piece of Apple Pie.
but once you get past the sticky to sweet taste,
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When i die, i wish to die pure.
To still have my beliefs intact.
To not have fallen prey like so many others,
I wish to be different.
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In his dinky little lab,
sat a very madman,
He liked to bring things to life;
things that were icky, sticky, bad.
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I wonder why I look upon
with such hateful a glare and judgemental eyes
My mirror, My mirror on the wall
makes fear that I am not fairest of them all.
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This is who I was meant to be,

no blinds or shades to hide my light.
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