You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
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I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
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In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
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The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage of soul
Through the stormy shades of thy wordly way,
And the billows of clouds that around thee roll
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I will not tell you of my nightmares
I will not tell you how
the monsters jumped me
at every corner
Devoured people whole
Morphed, shifted, moved
Smiling with cold eyes
grisly and psychotic
smeared with blood
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I am afraid
of the solar eclipse
I am afraid
that the day will come when your sunbeams won't touch me
I am cold
It gets colder every day
I know the day will come when I freeze to death
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Is it only me?
Or do you feel it too?
I’d rather love and ache thirsty
than to not love and ache to blue.
I’d rather live and die
than not be born, don’t you?
Who am I kidding?
Who am I lieing to?
Call it cowering,
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Crawling around my neck
A braided choker with many threads
Threads of fears, worries and many dreads
Sometimes I reassure myself it's all in my head
But this makes it choke me harder instead
Makes me drown in tears trapped inside
Attacking me with a huge tide
No shore I can see as I am swept away
I lost me destination, I have gone astray
I am not in control anymore, I am just a witness
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I am in my head,
while trying to be in yours.