Little One
Little one who plays in the field,
Hair long and curled,
Eyes bright as light,
A sparkling ocean blue-green with joy,
As she holds her sisters hand,
And sings her little song,
"You may call me small but no, I'm big,
I am a strong little warrior with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am a strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, and proud too,
We are the thieves of joy"
Little one who cries in the field,
Hair black and dark,
Eyes rimmed with tears,
A seeping grey with grief,
As she weeps with her sister,
And sobs her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, proud too,
We are the thieves of grief,"
Little one who storms in the field,
Hair back an flying,
Eyes bursting, gleaming,
A fiery red with hate,
As she now walks alone,
And shouts her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes,
But how can I be proud of something that took me away, locked me in a box, and aliiba the truth?
How can I be proud of a memory thief? "
Little one who plays in the field,
Hair long and curled,
Eyes bright as light,
A sparkling ocean blue-green with joy,
As she holds her sisters hand,
And sings her little song,
"You may call me small but no, I'm big,
I am a strong little warrior with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am a strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, and proud too,
We are the thieves of joy"
Little one who cries in the field,
Hair black and dark,
Eyes rimmed with tears,
A seeping grey with grief,
As she weeps with her sister,
And sobs her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, proud too,
We are the thieves of grief,"
Little one who storms in the field,
Hair back an flying,
Eyes bursting, gleaming,
A fiery red with hate,
As she now walks alone,
And shouts her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes,
But how can I be proud of something that took me away, locked me in a box, and aliiba the truth?
How can I be proud of a memory thief? "
The song of the sparrow -chapter 2 (part 1)
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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I smile, after being beaten senslessly kwa people I once loved.
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do wewe know what this means?
Do wewe know how it fells?
Who are wewe to to say these things?
For wewe don't know there story au life,
wewe know nothing.
wewe know no pain,
For wewe are pain.
wewe know no hurt.
For wewe are hurt.
And who are wewe to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do wewe know what this means?
Do wewe know how it fells?
Who are wewe to to say these things?
For wewe don't know there story au life,
wewe know nothing.
wewe know no pain,
For wewe are pain.
wewe know no hurt.
For wewe are hurt.
And who are wewe to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl