When I was young I was told of heaven
Skies above occupied by my loving redeemer
But by age fourteen I was praying for sevens
Needing just a little bit of luck
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Along the rocks of the emerald seas of the pacific you find the siren
Beautiful, and scaly creature that can sing like an opera star
Songs sang to sailors crossing
Crossing across the emerald seas
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Howdy! I'm Vix! An aspiring poet who writes on several themes relating to my life, experiences or habits. I'm here to give a story to the world that people can relate to, regardless of who they are.)
The Chameleon
When I was young I was told of heaven
Skies above occupied by my loving redeemer
But by age fourteen I was praying for sevens
Needing just a little bit of luck
Because by now, I'm beyond stuck
To be a kid in a school preaching off your ear, you learn to adapt
Learn to stop fighting
When your view transforms from belief, to finding silver-linings
In the walls of the lord laid brick by brick
All to make his message stick
Yet among this, came my metamorphosis
I was changing, finding myself
Words of wisdom became words of exclusion
To turn a once proud butterfly into struggling actress
Acting like nothing is wrong
Taking information in much like a sponge
Along the people praising with the pastor on the porch of the lord, lie me
A girl, now a chameleon, changing colors to blend in
With tears in my eyes I stand among my peers
As they preach in front of me, 'DEATH TO THE QUEERS'
A chameleon girl, changing her colors of her skin
Because my meer existence is only a sin