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My Picture
Contributed by
nail-to-the-head
on
Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 01:06:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I am a picture,
A mirror for all to see,
A disgrace to everyone,
Feel free to curse at me.
My body; not in shape,
My head; one big mess,
My intestines are tangled,
Full of distress,
My lungs; cannot breathe,
Winded by hate,
My livers given in,
Forced to by famine,
Racial abuse,
Sexest remarks,
All have been given me,
We all play a part,
My heart at the centre,
Now always wearing a frown,
For my picture,
My painting,
Is all crumbling down,
My picture is society.
07.08.04
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Re: My Picture
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by brew on
Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 02:56:40 PM AEST
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| Liked the contrast of what you seem to perceieve..but we all even, if we dont see are beauty to another. Liked the write.~! |
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