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Star Suite
Home. swimming in the warm haven As dark as the blackest raven She knows it is time to leave A hand, a light leads her Cold and bold air hits her skin As the line she shares with her mother Is cut And she is breathing on her own But not alone Today turns quickly to tomorrow Then a week A month A year then five speeds by How time flies.
Until memory makes her see slowly The other true ones faces The secret hiding places In the woods past the backyard The old statues that guard The small stream Which gleamed In the rays of the sun As she daydreamed Of what the world was like.
And Every night she looked up to the lights protecting sparkling the majik upon her so many stars mars and jupiter and their promises of the future.
a shooting star falls through the darkness she wishes upon the naked bareness of youth and innocence looking only forward to what would come next. surrounded by ghosts of the past with traditions and a culture that lasts through centuries her ancestors cast she only wants to grow up fast and be a part of the mass
glossy magazines enticing with images new and exciting she sees the old as stale and boring starving for the new and unknown blown away by visual spices blinded by stars in her eyes she realizes it is time to embark on her own this time alone.
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First night and feeling giddy A stranger in the city As she smiles like a child To the familiar sky Starlight starbright I wish upon a star tonight I wish i may I wish i might See you somewhere out tonight!
Where did they go? The stars shudder Swallowed by deafening neon lights Drowning Impounding her senses As she tenses Feeling defenses Her body has never known She thought she was grown Ready to deal Steady to feel The new ground But instead Her head Spins around With people Walking big And talking loud saying nothing going nowhere fast This was not what she asked for
Confused by moving lips And legs and Lights that lined her mind She escapes And hopes to wake To a better tomorrow
She can't see
eyes open neighbors drunken empty slogans spirits fallen sadness woven innocence stolen hearts broken hope forsaken lives tokens dreams slighted rules once golden now forgotten and
she can't see
into the mirror without a fear over her changing reflection the souls contradiction with dimming light behind her eyes as dark as the midnight skies but she sees
dem city girls with ironed curls whose scope and views is narrow emotions and perspectives so shallow only an echo of conscience in a space that's hollow that's ignored As they pour Over catalogs And like rouges Roam from shop to shop til they drop And cops listen to hip hop Trying to put their finger on their blunders And the pulse of the street To scare the behest of the beat To get the deep guttural sounds of hunger and anger Who really understand The language of the rhythm But instead they keep their hand on the trigger of cynicism
She sees to much And not enough of what she wants to see.
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The thunder
from the other side of the river And a rush of wind sends leaves and wings To scatter And people run for cover As though the rainwater will melt their ruffled feathers
Aimlessly she meanders Taking shelter From the rain that pours Into a high end store Which at first she ignores Before she recognizes The shapes colors and sizes Of stones from her own homeland
She crouches to read the caption written by hand 'Healing rock' and stands in shock as seein