unwind this, my dear

Published on June 18, 2005 By propagandhi In Writing

snap back to the reality of your existence
realize that you can't stand still forever
and that you have to raise your standards

I'm growing up

removing the racist standards that where planted there by the south
never been a victim
so I don't have the right
tells me the soft-spoken crowds that pretend to sympathize

stagnant mess, what I was for so long
find some direction
good advice, but so hard to realize

alone for now, but I need a crutch
or so I tell myself
I tell the little boy who was the last to be picked
the little boy that was never invited

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