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Teenagers singing dirty songs in McDonalds and Walmart; the fuel for their madness. “It is the food”, I say. Doctors and specialists ask me for proof. No, but God can. His angels are crying and our elders are weeping. Shouldn’t that be a sign? Or do you need me to write it on your forehead. And since you gaze upon the mirror so often you outta read it quite often. Blood has been shed for your secret wrongs. As the warriors fight, they wonder what they are fighting for. Power? Your wounded ego? Logic tells me they should have asked when they were signing that roster, but reality tells me other wise. Reality tells me they didn’t care, they just wanted to fight.

 

 

Your sins squirm inside you. Even the Devil cannot repress those images. If beauty is art, why is the art ugly? If beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, why does everyone avoid the variety of the saying?

 

There it is again; I can hear it. My mind longs to hear the sound of the humming birds call. But I’m not even sure that is accurate. The heat has run out of my toes. Blood lessons its pumping. Authority doesn’t believe me: A mere student fueling their pay checks. I bid farewell to you, wishing you a good day. You reply with a smile as you fan yourself. Sometimes happiness doesn’t change people. Like smiles to strangers, waves among drivers are common. It tickles me inside to know the relationship these people have. It represents the kindness left in America, wherever it is to be found.

 

I can see the question and knowledge in your pupils. There is no hiding, Star. If you shine, shine well. 

 

 

 

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[Jen Marks]

Beautiful, and well said. I love the last lines a lot.
I wish things were like they used to be, when I was a child.
I didn't know the society then like I do now.

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