Vision+Voice

Everyone has a skin color
Everyone has a body size
Everyone has their quirks and flaws
That people might try to despise
But with everyone having
Quirks and flaws
It keeps us intertwined
Like an unbreakable bond
Knowing we are one

We must stand
Hand in hand
In harmony with one another
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers
We must accept that now is our time
For the hill that we must climb
Waits for no one
It just takes someone to dare to climb it

We are bonded together
And we blend forever
And and the symphony of this country never ends
It just keeps going and going
Writing itself into history
For the rich, poor, middle class
White, Black, Mexican Asian
Our life is all a mystery
Yet each life is intertwined into another’s story

History is yours to make it
You grab it and take it
You shape it and make it yours.

We sit in our homes all day
never getting to play,
I understand the circumstance,
but I just wish I could dance and prance.
People have told me time and time again
to try to understand,
but I never have to courage to take their hand.
I guess I just wanted to say,
that I miss the times when we could dance and play,
when we could run and have fun,
but at last that is all the past.
But this isn’t our doomsday not yet,
for if we set our path we will escape this evil wrath.
And if we do so in this way
we will emerge stronger and stronger everyday.
If we help one another and unite each other
we will get through these tough days.

Where are you leading me, barren land?
The winter came and froze your thoughtful face.
How many steps made their imprint
on your nose and cheeks?
Do you see the sky with your eyes,
the pools left by the drizzle?
Are you blind during droughts
When the liquid of your irises sinks deep
into your heart with memories…
of the clouds and their resemblance?

Did you see your face in the clouds?
I saw mine.
Did you see it dissolve as the droplets fell?
I saw mine.
Did you see it in the surface of the fresh puddle?
I never saw mine.
I was disappearing in the wilderness
of the neighborhood’s park,
As if the wind could blow me away.

Perhaps I was a mirage.
I had no mirror to check.
How could I be when there was nobody to see

but you?

Why are you scared, child?
Is it the roar of inhalation?
The endless consumption?
The little turning, creaking wheels?
The gray tail that curls and twitches?

You used to be so rough
with unyielding shouts
to thwart the noise and keep the wheels at bay.

Did you shrink while your body has grown?
Didn’t your teeth and fingernails sharpen?

The machine has entered the living room
yet you cower.
I will lead you if you need help.
I’ll scream, so you’ll regain your voice.
I’ll bite the white plastic surface.
I’ll tear it with my claws.
And the machine will crouch, fearful in the corner.
And the glue will give out.

Its pieces will hit the ground
and lay apart
while we sit on the carpet before the couch
in the falling dust of our triumph.

I try,
I control,
I command…
But a magic spell controls my actions.

Spongy cake,
Glazed donuts,
Chocolate chip cookies,
Making my tummy rumble.

I have self control,
I really do!
I am made 100%
It’s true!

But as I look back,
It seems
As if
It
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I’ll tell you,
You must trust me,
THE DOG ATE IT.

Storms come on like a bumble bee.
It stings you
then it hurts a bit
then it gets better
And the pain goes away.

Under the porch,
Is my dog, Rigby
She runs, plays, and bites
Finally, she takes a nap
She loves to sleep, since she is a puppy
She takes 2 to 3 of them a day
On the couch, On the porch,
Snoring away happily,
My dog, Rigby, sleeps away peacefully

Night has fallen
Equality has too
We decide it is time to go

One item, food, water
The woods awaits
We enter it
So cold and dreary

After a long walk we sleep
One stays awake to watch
In my head a dream plays
A dream about what has happen to those who got caught

It is dark and scary
Its is loud as words thunder off each other
At the same time everyone is quiet and stiff

There is no way to escape
Many of the people coming are revolting, but they will soon become silent

You are forced to work, and if you can’t you will never work again
It is called the final solution, but it is more like a continuous problem
You do not have the right to choose

but the world does
the world must choose either to make, change, to make it stop or see similar people to you and me have to say goodbye
Now that that is in the past it is up to us

The sun sets
The girl wishes on a star for love to love her when no one can
My hope my dream
The moon starts to say
I give you the world in which you have at your fingertips.
Run the world then take a bit more love for yourself
jumble the words in your mind and feel the waves of sound soak in.

The cat wishes on a star for love to love her when no one can
My hope my dream
The moon starts to says
I give you the world in which you have at your pawtips
Run the world then take a bit more love for yourself
jumble the words in your mind and and feel the waves of sound soak in.
They both long for a friend
In the mist of the morning they wonder out
The weather seems to feel their sadness as the day is gloomy
With the little sprinkles tapping on the girls light brown hair she stops
The cat strolls through a small alleyway
The tiny sprinkles of water brushing through her fur
The cat stops
The girl has found what she longed for
The cat too
The sun peeked out and seemed to whisper joy, happiness
Flowers began to sprout and grow all within the cobblestone road
The girl and the cat never lost the happiness that came to them in the small alley way

He lays in the grass
a glimmering nose
the warmth of the sun on his fur
the sunbath of glory