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queen of nothing.what I've learned:
I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.
Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.
Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.
Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that
1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."
And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135
I've Got an Angel I've Got an Angel
I've got an angel
I see her every now and then
Just glimpses, but all the same
I know she likes to hide
But it isn't a carefree game
She hides behind fake smiles
Puts on a brave face
For the prying eyes to see
It takes everything she has
To leave the safety of her home
She knows the world for what it really is
She prefers to be on her own
She likes to look at the stars
And pretend to know her future
But she is kept inside by the fear
That comes with being undecided, unsure
She knows how to smile
And mask the emotions that she feels
No one would know that she is abnormal
Has a great many fears
Dare To Dream"Dare To Dream"
Dare to dream of ships and kings
Of rings of gold and pleasant things
Of skies of blue for miles long
Of finding new ways to be strong
Dare to dream of fighting sharks
On a new life which you embark
By boat or plane or haunted train
Hurry now; it leaves today
Dare to dream of huge success
Of values and money to invest
And if to you now I may confess
I have dreamed of you to ease my stress
Dare to dream of happy times
Of worlds existing without crime
Of fountains of candy spewing drops
Of exotic tastes; it never stops
Dare to dream of great adventure
That you one day will find your treasure
Hidden beneath dep
White Boy"White Boy"
One thing I know for certain
Is that I'll never know what it's like
To exist in the United States Of America
In any form other than white
I'll never know how it feels
To be African, Spanish, or Asian
Because all I ever knew
Was how to be Caucasian
I'll never know the struggle
To be forced to maintain bravery
What it's like to be oppressed
What it's like to deal with slavery
Further if I may add
I never had to endure
The rights women and gays fought for
Before we found a cure
I'll never know the feeling
Of having rights taken away
Just because of my skin
Or just because I'm gay
Its this very recognition
The VoicesSpeak to me
Call me names
Tell me to do things
I don't want to do
For some reason
I listen to them
And I hate it
I want to do what I want to do
How often do these voices speak to you?
And how does that make you feel?
You did not just ask me that question
I makes me feel like I'm not in control of my life
What do they say to you?
(Please be an easy case)
(Don't already be a criminal)
"Think about the consequences"
"Don't cut yourself"
"Don't eat that last cookie"
It doesn't seem like you have a problem
But I do
It's these damn voices
But they're good voices
You're lying to me
Why are you lying to me?
I'm not I just think you don't need and medicine for your "problem"
You are supposed to help me
But you don't have a problem
Now I have another problem then
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More