matters of perception
i outta know by know
that you will do what you want when
you want to
and my words mean nothing
me poet girl, song bird, book worm
a pen attached to my hand
my eyes to the sky
when your need to be justified in your
conniving activities warrants that you degrade
everyone around you
Be You
i just know that for me writing is breathing
for me life is words
and when
my words
what i say
my story
mean nothing to you
there is nothing you and i can do
for each other
any more but
move on.
©2004 soulJam
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