BET

Still I Rise



آپ may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are آپ beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did آپ want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened سے طرف کی my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't آپ take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got سونا mines
Diggin' in...

Hearing Damage.


Hearing Damage
CHAPTER 2– The Orphanage.


This is the دن two men in black suits knocked on the front door.
“Hello,” one of them nodded at me. He slipped off his black lenses. “Are آپ the daughter of Lisa Moore?”
I nodded. “Y-yes…”
“We’re from FBI and we’re here to take آپ somewhere.”
“What?” I was confused.
“You will understand when we take آپ there. Grab the things آپ need from this house and we’ll be off to go.” The other man told me, almost too hastily.
I was about to turn and go inside when one مزید thing popped in my mind and I turned my...

This for anyone out there who knows what pain truly feels like...This is for you..

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Here's my story and feelings...

Each دن I always put on a smile
No matter what
I always smile

And the reason why I always smile is because when I was little my mom always used to say to me, to be strong and دکھائیں your not in pain and suck it up.

Each دن I always hold everything in
But when I get home
And I'm all alone
I burst into tears

Each دن I feel so alone
I feel as if I'm losing my دوستوں
Which I am

I've cut
I've swallowed the pills
I've drinked
I've force myself not to eat

But...

I'm sick of these thoughts these people are ponding in my head,
I'm sick of this lie that people call life,
And I'm sick of the tears and hiding them away,
Trying to دکھائیں my parents I'm strong and okay.
But if your like me..
And your sick of the lies and this life آپ live آپ do the same as me..
Put a smile on your lips..

I'm the girl who's always smiling
And always looks so damn happy
But in reality its not even a real smile
It's مزید like a plastered on mask
And my real smile has been gone now for quit some time
But no one can see that because they really don't care
They never ask if I'm okay they all...

Scars

Scars– A story about what scars truly mean to me.

When I fall into deep sleep
My دل is at peace
For a while, I guess
Sometimes… it’s hard to say what I need to say
Because with all this pain locked inside me
Scars are printed on my heart
One سے طرف کی one, they appear
Some say that scars heal and wounds do not
With me, they don’t disappear nor do they heal
They simply grow
Pain is something I’ve been trapped in since I was small
It’s like death because pain is a feeling that makes me suffer
I can handle it perfectly, never دکھانا any signs of it
But I don’t think I can handle one from another...

No one like me…

Can آپ see that girl over there?
The one who has deep-set brown eyes and raven black hair?
You can see that in her eyes, she has a story
I don’t know about you, but she’s always the one who stood out the most

Perpetually alone, somehow out of sight, out of mind ... and lost in her thoughts
She goes سے طرف کی the rules at her school, obeying what anyone who asks her to do this, یا do that
Really, she will do it
Just ask her and then snap she’ll do it, just like that

There are times when she can be regarded as the merriest person in the class
A love-sick one too and a person who has her...

"Write an مضمون about your life, your thoughts, anything on your mind! Get it off آپ shoulders! Express anything"

I stared blankly at the paper. “What was I going to write?” My mind was blank. My stomach was in a tight knot. I held my fist tightly closed to my chest. I felt like crying. Those dark memories came back.

I raised my hand. She called on me. 'Miss Ivory! Yes!"

I hold back my tears but manage to mumble. All eyes were on my know. I shivered.

"Can آپ write about anything on your mind? And آپ won't tell anyone?"

She thought a little bit before answering with a smile. "Why, I don't...

Problems:

Heart:

    
    “Miss دل I’m going to ask آپ one مزید time, and I’d like if آپ told me the truth.”
    My mind was some place else. I’ve been answering the same سوال over and over again with the same answer. The light burned my eyes and my stomach twisted as I stared down at the picture once again. There he laded...Dead. His body torn and cut, with flesh and blood seeping out with a pool of blood laying اگلے to him. The thing that made me the most sick was his eyes..So lifeless and dark and dull. Then the same...

This girl, her name is Amanda Todd.
She گیا کیا پوسٹ a video on YouTube a few days ago.
She was bullied so bad it led to suicide…

She was in a webcam chat group to meet up with new and old people.


They started calling her Beautiful, Stunning, cute, Etc.
And then they asked her to flash…
So she did…..
… Thinking it was nothing…
A سال went سے طرف کی and some guy she did not know, messaged her saying ”Give me a ‘show’ یا I will send your boobs.”
She ignored it…..
Christmas Break came and a knock came on her door at 4 AM.
It was the police…
That person sent the picture to EVERYONE.
Everyone judged...

I now see my life as if I'm alone in a big dark movie theater...
No way out.
And I'm sitting there watching all the happy memories I'v'e had...
One's with friends.
Real Friends,
Friends that have always been there for me.
And Funny moments.
Moments when I couldn't stop laughing یا take the smile off my face...
And dance.
One the time in my live were I could be free
And be me.
When I could اقدام anyway I wanted to...
I could be weird
Crazy
Sad
Mad
Hurt
In Pain
Alone
I could be all of those when dancing and no one would care how I looked they would see the real beauty of the movement...
And I see all those birthdays......