My soul is black,
at least that's what they say.
My heart is cold,
I hear that everyday.
But they don't know me,
neither do you,
and they refuse to see
that my sins are few.
My eyes are dark and I am shocking,
that's how they see it;
for this my heart is locking
to keep out all their bullshit.
So maybe I'm shut out,
but they're the reason for that.
So maybe I get pissed and shout,
but they're the ones that made like a wild cat.
My soul is black,
that's what I'm told.
My soul isn't black,
and theirs isn't exactly gold...
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This is deticated to all of my classmates. ^^ I love the bunnies, but that doesn't mean I can't hate them too. ^^
Written February 18th, 2006
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Sometimes people made judgements on something they see and that vision was wrong. We should not make judgements too quickly because sometimes if you don't know the story, you miss what you think you see. Good write and thanks for your comment on my work as well! The Shaker
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