This is for you

This is for the women
This is for the girls
This is for the children
That all get beaten and abused by their dads' and husbands

Speak up

This is for the working class
This is for the underpaid thief
This is for the EMOtional kids
This is for the single, pregnant mother
This is for the mentally retarded

Speak up

You are all lost and buried under,
All those who think they're better than you.
You are part of the 8th wonder,
But you are living out of a shoe.

This is for the 8th wonder of the world
This is for you

Speak up

Dreams

I had a dream one night,

A dream where I woke up to angels at the foot of my bed telling me to get out

Waving me into the life that’s better.

I tried to get out of my bed and follow the light

So they could see me bright.

But they drifted away until it was dark,

Before I could catch them.

I woke up that morning with a single sheet over me.

So cold in my room I could see my breath,

But my body was steaming.

As if I was controlled by the aspiration of the light.

That night was not the last time I would see the light.

I keep forgetting to love those I hate

I find myself reading something over and over,

my mind focusing between the lines.

People think that I am stupid

But I go deeper than they couldn’t have reached.

I hate those people.

The people who judge

That nudge, don’t drudge, eat fudge.

Nothing but a smudge on the pavement.

But when will we own ourselves completely?

We can’t fight fire with fire. 

Give them something that they won’t expect.

Something grueling rather than something easy.

Devotion

Love towards that person that they never get.

You will be warm now, with no restriction to trail the angels,

Your dream will twist into reality.

And that night will be the last time you will see the dark.