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Call Me What You Want: Rap

Call me stupid
I don’t really care
I’ve been there before
Call me reckless
It doesn’t bother me 
It makes me feel free
So, Why don’t you pull out a dictionary
Look up all the words you’d use to describe me
I bet they aren’t pretty
I bet they’re pretty cold
But so are you baby...

You’re inconsiderate
Practically illiterate 
You’re obsessed with your looks 
Because of your arrogance
You’re uncreative 
So overrated
It’s like every damn thing I do
You always disapprove
Call that controlling 
Baby I’m trolling
You think you your so attractive
With your lack of compassion?
What happened to chivalry?
You think your so sexy?
You’re full of desire
But you set love on fire

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Beautiful

You consider yourself average on a good day,
somewhat pretty on a whimsical day,
and downright atrocious on a bad day.
Your hair can’t decide to be straight or curly.
Your eyes are either luminous or dreary.
Your nose…too big.
Lips…to small.
Nothing looks right at all.
That’s why we have doctors. 
Doctors to cure the horrible genes inflicted on you.
Doctors that can construct an artificial being,
made out of your lack of self-confidence, 
and belief in self-mutilation. 
Doctors that say they can make you beautiful.
Claiming that you aren’t beautiful now.
But you let them…
You let them call you ugly.
Let them plaster your face with assurances,
and guarantees.
In order to make you beautiful.
They cut your face.
Remake something that was already good, 
Into something worse.
Doctors that give you a lie.
Doctors that pledge to fix something
when they mean to break it. 
They say you are ugly.
You aren’t pretty.
No, you definitely are not pretty.
You’re beautiful.

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Mirror, Mirror

You're too fat.
You're too skinny.
You're all the wrong curves.
You're all skin and bones.
The mirror on the wall reflects
Your self-conscious  thoughts shoving
Photoshopped Beauty Queens down your throat,
And in your mind. 
That's why you look at others
And discriminate and envy.
That's why you throw up in the bathroom
And buy over priced clothes to fit in.
That's why you avoid looking at yourself
And sink into the background.
You have to be the perfect size two.
Or you'll hear the taunts of magazines,
Claiming you're nothing. 
Pressuring you to be something your not.
Keeping you awake at night with tears.
Breaking you into a million pieces. 
Trying to pick you up and create something else.
Someone who isn't you.
Instead piece yourself back together.
Brush away the pressure.
Stop throwing up.
Don't max your credit cards. 
Look yourself in the eye. 
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
You.

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Victim Or Survivor

Scars on your arms and legs
Like permanent tattoos
They never fade away
Long live the memories
You wish would disappear
Sink away into the past 
Turn into shadows
Follows you around
In the corner of your mind
Pushing you deeper into depression
It turns you into a brand
Labels you a Victim
Proves that you’re weak
Forces you into submission
The impairment your body wears
Manipulates your actions
Tears you down 
Until you’re only nerves
Which are exposed
And every blow your body takes
Knocks you down harder
And the pain lasts longer
Causing agony that lasts forever
Scars tell you stories
They tell you you’re…strong
A scar proves that
You made it through till the end
The memories might always stay
But every scar is a battle you won
Because you’re breathing
Because they didn’t break you
Because they TRIED to break you
Are you a victim or a survivor?
Did you embrace the label?
Or did you fight against it?

Paige Posadziejewski 
Nov. 9 2015

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Brainwashed

Marching to and fro 

Discipline at its finest 

Morals stripped away

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Manipulation

Voices that whisper into morbid ears
Appealing as a siren they lure you
Tell you lies that feed you along
Make you a puppet from your own will
Pulling your strings back and forth
Making you sway in longing
Voices that tell you…
What’s wrong is right.
What’s right is wrong.
Faces that contort when they look at you
Frown like a disappointed mother
Smile when they say they can help you
Warm smiles that hold a lingering promise
Ensnaring you in a web too thick
You find yourself incapable of escaping
But they twist words and expressions
Making you think the way they want you to.
Manipulating you into submission. 
Saccharine words that turn acerbic 
Voices that persuade.
Faces that connive. 
A body that manipulates.

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Image

You consider yourself average on a good day,
somewhat pretty on a whimsical day,
and downright atrocious on a bad day.
Your hair can’t decide to be straight or curly.
Your eyes are either luminous or dreary.
Your nose…too big.
Lips…to small.
Nothing looks right at all.
You're too fat.
You're too skinny.
You're all the wrong curves.
You're all skin and bones.
The mirror on the wall reflects
Your self-conscious  thoughts shoving
Photoshopped Beauty Queens down your throat,
And in your mind. 
That's why you look at others
And discriminate and envy.
That's why you throw up in the bathroom
And buy over priced clothes to fit in.
And sink into the background.
You have to be the perfect size two.
Or you'll hear the taunts of magazines,
Claiming you're nothing. 
Pressuring you to be something your not.
Keeping you awake at night with tears.
Breaking you into a million pieces.
That's why you avoid looking at your reflection. 
That’s why we have doctors. 
Doctors to cure the horrible genes inflicted on you.
Doctors that can construct an artificial being,
made out of your lack of self-confidence, 
and belief in self-mutilation. 
Doctors that say they can make you beautiful.
Claiming that you aren’t beautiful now.
But you let them…
You let them call you ugly.
Let them plaster your face with assurances,
and guarantees.
In order to make you beautiful.
They cut your face.
Remake something that was already good, 
Into something worse.
Doctors that give you a lie.
Doctors that pledge to fix something
when they mean to break it. 
Trying to pick you up and create something else.
Someone who isn't you.
They say you are ugly.
You aren’t pretty.
No, you definitely are not pretty.
You’re beautiful.
Instead piece yourself back together.
Brush away the pressure.
Stop throwing up.
Don't max your credit cards. 
Look yourself in the eye. 
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
You.

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Identity

Words are knives that sink into your skin. 
You let them define who you are. 
Before you can figure out your own self-identity. 
You choose to listen to false lyrics 
That feed you lies to help drag you down. 
You follow the snake that leads you to hell. 
You let it tell you where you’ll end up. 
When did someone tell you what you are?
When does someone know you better than yourself?
You are you?
No one can change that?
No one should try to change that?
Close your eyes.
Listen to your heart. 
Search for soul. 
Find yourself. 
Before you lose yourself.

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Dear Anna: For Contest

Dear Anna,

I
       Left you in order to save you from me.
Didn’t
       I warn you that I was poisonous? 
Want
        Doesn’t overpower your need for a better life.
To
        Be with you would only hurt you more.
Leave
         You a chance to heal your own scars.
You
         Deserve better than the broken parts of me.
Behind
         Leave me in the dust and move on.
Anna.

I buy a train fare.
	Leave it all behind,
Love, pain, fears, smiles
	This heartbreak.
It hurts, but I do it.
	City after city…
                 But at the same time…
                                     I feel euphoric…. 
                                            Why does leaving you and San Francisco…
                                  Give me a renewed sense of…
                           Freedom….
Anna. 
               I’m
       This
                           So
                    Is
                                         Sorry.
                             Goodbye.

Paige Posadziejewski 
10/24/2015
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings

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Every Second Counts

Watch me change the world.
Every second at a time
Freeze. Stop. 
Look at all the frowns.
Look at all the smiles.
Wash away the tears.
Hand the girl with a broken heart
A red rose brighter than her cheeks. 
Drop a ten dollar bill in the guitar
Case and listen to the magic of
A voice trying to be heard. 
Help the child with a rocket ship
Notice the sky isn’t the limit.
Push the girl on the swing 
Until she can touch the sky 
And become part of the clouds.
Stop the man preparing to jump
Off a five story building and 
Give him a reason to live.
Take the gun from the shattered spirit
And find his long lost soul. 
Freeze. Stop.
Every second at a time.
Watch me change the world.