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This True Writers picha might contain moto hewa puto, hewa ya moto kwa puto, hali ya hewa puto, and kibofu afya.
The clap of thunder, wewe remember that?
The shriek of fear
The crumbling kiti cha enzi in which wewe sat
Despite all, there's still zaidi to wewe than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as wewe fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all wewe can do is kubeba it
As your teeth wewe do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope wewe are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no zaidi room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish wewe only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
The shriek of fear
The crumbling kiti cha enzi in which wewe sat
Despite all, there's still zaidi to wewe than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as wewe fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all wewe can do is kubeba it
As your teeth wewe do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope wewe are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no zaidi room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish wewe only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
onyesha your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
onyesha everyone that wewe are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock wewe back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
onyesha the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To onyesha them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
onyesha everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
onyesha your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
onyesha everyone that wewe are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock wewe back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
onyesha the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To onyesha them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
onyesha everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Dousing wewe with water
Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
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Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
This is the first in the World of Poems series. Tell me what wewe think in comments!
This is kitty190123, with another original article! Check out my profile! I'll shabiki wewe if wewe shabiki me!
Be sure to jiunge the Young Authors club! A club for all young (that means 18 and under) authors!
I am just uandishi this to get my makala ilitumwa because it says it is too short!
N-O_I-'-M_S-O_S-T-U-P-I-D_T-H-A-T_I_F-O-R-G-O-T!
Olivia Meyers and Cassidy Golden (Doll Version)
The Book Cover: HOURGLASS
The world is hostile,
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
onyesha them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want wewe to be someone
wewe really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All wewe have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that wewe imagined.
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
onyesha them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want wewe to be someone
wewe really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All wewe have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that wewe imagined.
