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Skylark Cromwell Poem
Depressed
Stressed
Anxiety from tests
But still well dressed
We must be the best
Although I must confess
That my lack of sleep
Should be more of an interest
Than the books you lay on my desk
They tell you there’s nothing to stress
Then they tell you they want nothing less
Than some four page essay on their doorstep
Don’t forget to keep your school rep
We’re nothing but dollar signs in their seats
Nothing but liars and cheats
But wait
How can you take a precious child and push them until they’re beat?
You ask,
That’s exactly it
You’re blind to see how we feel such defeat
Under your tests
Under your feet
You’re too blind to see it
To see how this is affecting how we thrive
How the pressure makes students want to end their lives
Over something as small as a test
You say you’re a community that builds people up
But you were truly the one that made the stirrup
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Skylark Cromwell Poem
here i am
i am here
to take a stand
for who i am
i exist
within this community of a hell
you call society
this is just a jail cell
with more of a variety
of places to be
and items to buy
the humanity you see
has just gone by
away it goes
with the freedom claimed
to exist
but i insist
that its a lie
how dare you try
to act like i dont know
because im a teenager with nothing to show
but an emotional face
without a single trace
of knowing what i am capable of
besides media blogs and mushy love
so here i am
i am here
to take a stand
because im stronger than you think i am
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Skylark Cromwell Poem
There once was a princess
Who lived in a far away land
She wore the most gorgeous burgundy dress
And she took off her shoes as she walked in the sand
She grew up around a family of duchesses, princesses and queens
Who told her to be lady like around guests
But she strived to be nothing but a king
And he did just that and nonetheless
He began to try on dress shirts and fitted pants
And he felt right at home
He could then hear the chants
He had more fans of his own
Now it was time for his royal crowning
By the ocean with the coral reef and the sharks
He stood tall and spoke his words without drowning
“I am King Skylark.”
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Skylark Cromwell Poem
Tell me, my friend
Did it bother you when I cried?
When I cried about the risen surface of the end?
The end of which has already granted us those who died
Those who have died from holding hands with who they choose
And those who tasted lips and an alcoholic drink
Those who had everything to lose
Those who didn’t know what to think
When it happened.
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Tell me, my friend
Did you pray for my family from the beginning?
Or did you pray for that kind of end
While you lied through your teeth without grinning?
You see, we are more than just a community
We are more than just a band of friends
We are more than your self pity
We are more than a hashtag trend
As we lost fifty in Orlando
You suddenly began to feel upset
While we are still standing strong though
And most of you begin to feel regret
Regret from calling that kid fag
Or yelling the word dyke
Not that I like to see your smile start to sag
But you begin to understand what it is like
Though, you will never know how it feels
How it feels to be murdered by your pitiful words and guns
Yet, we have a heart of steel
And the love we have will always run.
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Skylark Cromwell Poem
You are free
i am too
you are you
and keep that true
to yourself
and to myself
whether you're sick
or back in health
your worth does not change
nor does it rearrange
the only opinion worthy and true
is not by me but only you
you matter to others
you may not matter to yourself
but what is most important
is not self love
but self worth
without self worth
there would be no self love
since you're in charge of your body and mind
push will soon come to shove
if you don't learn to open up
to nobody but you
then the only person who you can trust the most
is you
but how
you ask
how can you trust
the embodiment of anxiety
and distrust
in thyself
how can i believe in someone
who can look up to anyone
who knows how to make it
knows how to make it
in this disease of a world
when you're brainwashed for dead
until they make you hurl
up an answer
to their sick question of a joke
and you choke
after they say "Answer me."
"And the answer," says you
"You are free."
"I am too."
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Skylark Cromwell Poem
I can't think
I can't speak
I can't seem to shrink
I can't seem to seek
My problem
I'm very problematic
If you couldn't tell
It's not a joke i'm trying to sell
But I might as well
Since I'm the one who fell
Fell from the emotion
The commotion
Was just an explosion
From the simplicity of people's devotion
To me
For me to be free
Of anxiety and stress
But then they want nothing less
Than a thank you.
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Skylark Cromwell Poem
how am i supposed to be me
when all you do is conceive me
believe me
i am not a God
i am not a fraud
i am just trying to get along
with the fact that this place is not well
this is not a society
this is a hell
of a lot more issues
some issues that you cannot define
simply everyone is just out of line
and we are numbed by the fact that it is okay
if there's anything that involves speaking up
we stray away
from the voices of women
to the voices of African Americans
because why would anyone want to hear
the words they speak so clear
you say that you're just stating an opinion now
but an opinion is not an opinion if it degrades them
but how
you ask
you tell me
since my voice is not heard
since you are in control of me
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