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You often heared Geroge Bush talk about a war on terror Not understanding that the scary are his ancestors Osama bin Ladin killed a little less than a 100 on 9/11 and that is sad But in comparison to the consequential millions dead, it isn’t that bad Now explain how a newborn is guilty for a tragedy, no that is blasphemy Explain why They laugh at me and question my sanity When I say that the occurrence was an inside job to enrich the filthy snobs I happen to be a thinker, so I’m bitter and feel like I descend from the gutter Because added to my questioning nature, I have the genes of the wrong skin and hair color My brother in h

I have heartaches I feel an itch in my heart Like weights on my chest I feel it with every breath I miss, I regress, I regret - thus I have heartaches I can not let go When I should let go I digest heartaches - thus they are never shown I anticipate, I wish, I give But I rarely receive So I grief in my disbelief I treat males like kings and Ladies like queens Does it make me a peasant Or a decent human being?

It sure was something my mind couldn’t comprehend back then… Let me introduce myself as O. Mazinho. As long back as I could remember, I could see people who seemed lighter and colder, compared to others. They were mostly beautiful. And silent. They never seemed to react to their surroundings, nor could they affect it. They were simply there, lurking around. Waiting. Looking. Some seemed happy, others seemed worried. Some were confident, others looked like lost puppies in the slum. I could not contact any of them. They never heard me. I could hear them talk to theirselves but they never heard me. It was funny, actually. Seeing, fo

Our windows are transparent. They show us the world beyond yet keep us inside our walls. A tease in its own kind, to say. For some, windows provide dreams and temporary entertainment as they stray away from a less exciting life through them, keeping the viewers’ safety intact. For others, they motivate and fuel engines that escort their success-thirsty masters to greatness. Bet it all or keep it all. In the end, all that counts is one’s perspective of the window.

Mum, do you think that a certain way of living is right, for the sole reason of it being familiar? Is not crossing a mile in foreign land worth the trouble if its rewards are what we seek after? As much as I hate to say this, your attitude disgust me. Day after day you complain about how They harass us and wish for the Gods to have mercy upon us, yet you do not have mercy on yourself. You are perfectly fine with being mistreated because your alternatives crave you to get off your couch and do something. Sit here and let Them do what they wilt, but do not expect me to do the same. As I moved out of our Cell into the outside world, I could not