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A Heroine's Weakness |
I’m tired of being afraid
Afraid of living an unwanted life
I could be happy, if you accept it
Granny! My heroine
There’s something you don’t know…
I’m proud to say
I am white, He is black
The misconception appears to be
Love is intact
20 years, every night
Darkness becomes my freedom
Paralyzed in the sheets of soaked feelings
Loud music covers up sadness
Vibrations from the speakers, shaking in pain
Lying in vain, its a Shame!
Disgusted by my choices,
Spouting stupid analogies,
Of why we shouldn’t be
My whole life, Engraved with expectations
I’m tired of making you happy, not myself
Looking in your eyes
Eyes of a fake disguise
I’m striving for acceptance
He’s the one! I want you to meet him?
What’s left of me, is all that I can be
Standing proud with my lover, continuing to suffer
Looking in his eyes I see one love,
The heroine sees two different colors
I fear my children will be…
Corrupted by distaste
copyright 2008
Ashley
King |
