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"Faces

I wear many faces,
some way too old
to fit the girl glued
to the back of them.

I

keep my faces in a box,
stashed inside of me.
It's murky in there,
overcast with feelings I

don't

allow anyone to see.
Not that anyone cares
enough to go looking.
No one wants to

know

what bothers me. Too
hung up on their own
pathetic problems. Some
times I think I have to see

the real

Ginger, so I open
the box, search inside.
But no matter how hard
I look, I can't find

me."

/Tricks by Ellen Hopkins/


[The Rose that Grew from Concrete]

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

By Tupac Shakur