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Big house, three cars and shopping evryday. Materialism, socalisim and consumerism. Ism,
ism ,ism. Being in debt.
In the RED. Stressed out. Diamond rings, bling, bling , bling.
Bored and no hope. Greed and deceit.
Money dosen't by happiness.
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I used to long for the perfect childhood
the perfect husband, children and house.
I used to long to be wealthy, beautiful looking and perfectly healthy.
They say the grass is always greener.
If only they'd stayed together
If only I did better at school.
I used to long for the perfect marriage and family
But Im not perfect, lifes not perfect
I used to think the house should be spick and span each and everyday
a cake baking in the oven, fresh flowers on the sill.
I used to long for the perfect friends and keeping up with the Jones.
I am not perfect, sometimes I may miss my prayers
sometimes I'll snap at the kides
somedays I just can't be bothered to clean up
The grass is always greener but hay Im not perfect and either is life.
Copyright © Yasmin Ilahi | Year Posted 2011
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I love myself because I am true to myself
I love myself for beibg caring
I love myself for being the best mother I can be
I love myself for helping others
I am not perfect
I many flaws
I try to forgive but admit it's harder to forget
I am happy in my own company
I am proud of what I have achieved so far
I forgive myself for my flaws
I vow to put myself first
I vow to say no without remorse
I vow to put my feelings before others if I am not comfortable in a situation
I will say no
I will not change to please others
I will not feel bad anymore because of other peoles actions
I love me for me
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What you did, you think it's normal. Well I don't. Since being a child it's stayed with me and always will. Tried to re build our relationship yet in reality it's full of s**t.
You may think that I'm in the wrong, but its how I feel.
Can't ring you when I'm down
can't ask you to pop around
uncomfortable when I come around.
Were like two strangers passing by, we'll never be close and you'll never know why.
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Butterfly, butterfly fluttering your colorful wings. Flying through the air. How I envy your
beauty, your freedom. Your high, fly, fly BUTTERFLY.
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Im fighting through the night
Im fighting through the night
desprate for some sleep, my mind feels so weak.
Aches and pains, mind working over drive.
Feels like im slowly dying
its three am, im crying.
Im fighting through the night
Im fighting through the night
desprate for some sleep my mind feels so weak.
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What gives you the right to hate me? Just because my skin is not white.
Do you think our blood isn't the same co lour? Red
We may not look alike, we may not believe in the same things. What makes us are beautiful
things. So don't hate on me because i look different from you.
God see's no colour, he loves us all the same.
Stop playing the race hate game. Down with your campaign to hate. 'An all white Britain' is
what you want. How boring life would be if we all were the same.
God see's no colour, he loves us all the same.
So stop the hatred and live side by side. Theres no place in the world for racism anymore.
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Burned out and stressed out.
Cant please you All.
What about me and how I feel? What about my health both mental and physical?
Im stuck in the middle and stuck in a rut.
Why dont you stop calling and interferring?
I cant please you All
Burned out and stressed out.
From now on im gonna say NO.
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Fear of the unknown
missing those who have passed away
Alone in a grave he sounds so cold
People die of all ages not just the old.
I often wonder where we go, heaven or hell?
the thought of never seeing or holding a loved one again
It makes me cry
I fear to die
Fear of the unknown
missing those who have passed away
Life is short it's not for ever
I often wonder will it be a nicer place?
Will I meet loved ones again?
It makes me cry
I fear to die
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When I see your face it can brighten up my day
when I hear your voice you often make me laugh
When I see you both play it brings joy to my day
When I see you in the playground my heart skips a beat
when I see you smile after you have eaten it brings joy to my day
When your both a sleep I miss you
every day I'll kiss you
your my focus in life
my purpose
Being your mother brings me so much joy.
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