I am a brunette, an activist, pro-choice, a singer, a writer, a sweetheart, an underachiever, a procrastinator, a nurturer, and I'm a lover not a fighter.
"I may be straight, but I'm not narrow"
I support love.
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Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you
~Pink~
"I may be straight, but I'm not narrow"
I support love.
~ * ~
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you
~Pink~
- Last seen on Aug 4 2:17 AM 2008. Member since July 20, 2004.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 70 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Keep your drink and just give me the money".
- I am a 19 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a breeder for some inter-steller alien research on human genetics.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/butterflyjunky
- I have 70 comments, 1 column, 30 poems, 8 stories
My Poetry
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I wrote this for Creative Writing because one: we were suppose to write about a day in our lives and that day seemed pretty important, and16 lines, 3 comments, March 4, 2007
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Coaxing me
To parties and soft -
not even a year ago
in the suburbs of this -
thinking these cups magic
quote love in whispers24 lines, August 20, 2006. In Adult
My Stories
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1305 lines, July 4, 2006. In 600-2000 words
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Guest Book
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Hiatus on September 11, 2006I wish you would write again the way you used too. I miss that story about Sarah- you know the one. It was so great. I wish you would do that again. I wish you would make the time to start writing. I know how much you love it and how good you are at it and I miss reading it.
I wish we had co-authored 'on the side of the road in Chewelah' that was a best hit waiting to happen.
I hope all these wishes will come true. Well, maybe except for the last one. I think it's too late for that one. -
PINBALLxMASQUERADE on October 27, 2005Heheheh. Yeh actully it is
lol
thats weird you knew that? and yehh i know. i havent gone swimming since.
