Manzanilla Mija

You always pull off the act
But I see right through you.

You believe no one sees through your mask
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The Caged Ghost Bird

I am a caged bird. A caged ghost bird. No one can see that I am trapped, and I can easily get out. But sometimes, I feel like I can't. When the obvious signs fly by and say I can. I actually like being unseen. Yet I purposely sing and whistle for someone to turn around.
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All right, it wasn't a smart decision,
But it gave me a relief escape.
Carefully, yet
Drastically I made the mark.
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You'd pull my hair, so I'd cut it off.

You'd spit on my paper, so I'd throw it away.
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My spaceship, is made for the outcast.
Don't judge so quickly.
To the human race, you criticize fast.
And to aliens, you're picky.
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The drops will whisper
The wind will scream

But the rain cries Zeiden! Where can you possibly be?
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lavender in her hair, rose on her wrists and honey on her lips

sadness isn't her best friend anymore
the gentleness that has always been inside, waiting to come out, has arrived
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My wooded tree bends as it gives me breathing
The tree looks old and wise
So much of its living
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The white flowers on a tree
Might still be dead, yet still can see
Better than you, of course
A burning, bright, little torch
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My Fallen Angel, why must you cut?
Your skin so soft, I think it's had enough.
My Fallen Angel, why can't you eat?
Surely you'll stand on your two feet.
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