I am the Revolution.A Poem by Sarah MarieWritting on the walls are writtin in blood. Clean hands are dirty once more. Lies are fed to the hungry and hopes are ripped from the hopeful. Ready or not,here i am. For all to see. I am beautiful. I am okay. I have the power to be what i believe i can be,to do what no one thought was possible. I am right as sin. You're delicious,Tempting and,different. I need you more than you'll know. This war is mine and mine alone. I dont need you to pretend to care. I have lost the battle but i will not fail the waiting victory of this war. You are nothing to me anymore. I am a soldier whose life is given to those who deserve to live. It is given to those who have a purpose. You my good friend are not as fortunate as the others. You have failed me for the final time and i will not back down. I refuse to loose. Im beautiful. Im okay. This is all i am. This is all i will be. And this is how my story will end. I am the lowly servant of God,the soldier in the battle of life,and the comforting shoulder used to cry on of those whose suffering is to immense for words. Im beautiful. Im okay. And im not yours to keep. The battlefield will be left in silence and its story will be writttin in blood. As has mine has been writtin: In blood. On the walls. In the passing of my tme my story will bring rage. But so i pray and hope that you will find salvation. Read the writtings,embrace the pain and cry no more sweet child for I am the Revolution. © 2009 Sarah MarieReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 7, 2009 AuthorSarah MarieAtlanta, GAAboutSpoof. Dope. Crank. Creep. Bomb. Spank. S**t. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard. Call it what you will. It's all methamphetamine. I'm like a crooked tree. Growing strong and strange. I'm misunderstood and .. more..Writing
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