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teeming with pride,
humble and its peen.
sometimes only wearing underwear.
culture so rare.
dancing on there own line of drumbeats,
minding there own a folk music.
so keen on their own particular heritage of kin,
made u of their own ideas and dreams.
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as time passes by;
like word born on the streets,
you never knew hard,
till it hits you deep within.
even if there is pain without the tears,
it doesn't mean it's any less of a struggle to forget.
hard aches on heartaches,
resentment is hard to leave by when the regret is there.
sublime tears that echoes and tears you up inside,
meanwhile, I try not to stray from my true nature!!!
vibration of a cry that is not too well played out;
pound per pound,
restless beatings of my chest,
leaves a residue of unsound sorrow that marks the epitamy of being alone,
which is never too easy.
like a melody that is deaf with tone,
cheating destiny has no future in it.
I am forever standing still in the sands of time,
like time has made me a mark of inequities.
no right direction to go from where I'm left off;
but just to look for the easiest way out!
still doesn't justify the reason of my situation.
out of the mourning dew:
I try to stay awake........
still, I miss missing the way we are!!!
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pretty amazing to behold,
once of a llfetime story never before been told.
behind all the biggest miracle:
there is a woman in every age,
blessed above all the rest of the mother's,
from the beginning,
ever since time began,
you journeyed and fought a good race,
besides everything that we do,
you are a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and grandma,
because of you,
I am not lost.
you found me on low,
you stood by me in every hurt that I cost.
mother of all heritage,
you beloved are a blessing of all miracles.
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future of an unforgettable past,
mirror reflections of an outcast.
unaffected by society,
ruled by the unruly.
righteous by the unholy;
constricted by choice,
nearly forgotten and lost,
hindered by the proud,
reflection so loud.
a mere shadow with no meaning,
no way of knowing.
moving in an aggressive way,
different in everyday.
emotions reflecting what you were!
concerning about your emotional tears.
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not just any jokes;
but a humorous prank,
in dirty deeds and actions.
a banana peel for slipping,
a whoopie cushion for surprising.
series of sarcasms for icebreakers,
at last, untold execution of tickling for random giggles.
and maybe a secret diss in your wish list.
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pressure to the roneom[
pressures of the norm,
going beyond the storm.
branded by the stigma;
persecuted by other's feedback,
false insecurities,
lacking humility.
judged by the trauma,
hindered by all the drama.
toying with the hurt,
random ego sanity complex.
confusion with reality;
fantasy fanatics,
backsliding with habits.
boredome with under rated exploits,
shackled by the struggle and pain.
unjustified secrets and cruel ploys,
with tainted stains.
offering no comfort,
the teardrops that wasn't meant to be compare.
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this magical toy was handed down to me,
by no other but my family.
yet to be recognized and told,
never to be sold.
in first sight it was mystical,
it never likes a brat.
so to it's meaning;
you shouldn't always be mean,
show that you are not easily upset,
and is always is a fair kid.
it could protect you,
will always be by your side.
calm you in the storm,
brave you through a fight.
will be there for you through thick and thin,
no matter how your destiny ends.
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the air of spring blossom blooming,
sending scents of nature calling.
birds chirping:
butterflies flying,
blue skies of freedom,
ebbs of tides cascading,
fresh and yet so random.
hot sun radiating,
with a radiance so uncalled for.
spring beauty of nature glowing;
faint yet fo near and clear,
so calm and so dear,
bringing peace of beauty,
important to so many.
humble beginnings of spring passion blooming;
rarity of a blossom blooming,
brings a certain genuine passion as it lasts.
the center of nature's beauty and it's importance,
times of spring and new refreshing changes, mood, and attitudes.
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the true art of serving,
according to your heart's content.
works that requires no payback;
ministry with no lay of shame,
where the effort itself can endure,
labors where you can rest assure,
you can be true to what you are going through.
serving with a purpose,
worship with true meaning of worth.
daily living with convictions of righteousness,
fellowship with meaning.
fruits of grace that can't be replaced,
genuine and new every morning dew of it's taste.
like exotic tapestry;
eloquent with every new form of pattern,
always has a message of fresh fire and hope,
enough to gain mercy from what you have lost.
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pooh with the only tools of honey and smarts;
mickey with his best friend Donald,
oh! what a party to start.
the three wanted to celebrate the clubhouse opening;
so they started to cheer,
giggled merrily,
and started the music.
oh! what a good time they had!
everybody was glad;
but pooh became sad,
maybe, because it was the end.
but, later we found out,
he just ran out of honey.
so mickey said,"be happy don't pout."
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