Picture the following: 2 years ago in a suburban area in New York a young girl, white- the minority in the area- the age of 12 had decided to become part of a marching band in her area. She sees a b ... (more)

Picture the following: 2 years ago in a suburban area in New York a young girl, white- the minority in the area- the age of 12 had decided to become part of a marching band in her area. She sees a boy tall, skinny, and black- the majority of that area. and she found his dazzling. the young girl was shier than most around guys like him.. Especially since she wasnt very pretty. over wieght, acne ridden, no fashoin sense. Yet, she find away to become this boys friend. He is 16, she finds out and doesnt have much money to his name. the girl, a color gaur- flag girl- i the marching band was slowly falling in love with a mischeavous young man with cornrows and an overly playful sheen in the pit crew.. he sat on the side lines. Ever day during practice, the young girl ran and twirled and tossed and marched, the boy watched in awe... the first competition had come. a sleep over competition. and on the way.. the band stops to eat at a burger king/7-11 duplex area. and the girl, who loves to play gaames. say a crane game and fell into awe at a shaggy sand colored elephant.. that she was dying to get. So, she tried once, twice, thre times. failure. fouth, fail, 6th, fail. 11th fail.. but soon came by that boy. as the girl used the LAST dollar she wanted to use and lost one last time.. with a last game left she held the joy stick tight... but the boy came, put his arm around her and helped her guide the crane over the elephant and he hit the button with her.. he stared in the back mirror of the crane game and saw his arm still around her.. she felt something quiver inside her.. she didnt quite understand.. but then the crane grabbed the elephant and it didnt fall... it went own the shoot.. and she grabbed it.. and turned around.. "thanks." she said, shyly. "no problem." he said with a dazzling, over whelming, white smile. "name it?" she asked him sheepishly.. "Howard." he said still smiling, making the girl blush.. "well ok. Howard it is." she said, unable to do much but smirk lightly and squeeze the stuffed animal. the boy hugged her. she hugged him back.. She felt that quivvering again. Fast forward a month or two. to the young girls Birthday, nov 5th 2007. She practiced as usual the boy on the side lines.. he knew it was her birthday, every1 knew.. but that was beside the point. the boy looked at her and made a funny face. she gfiggled and blushed. he laughed softly. He waved. she wavved, and smiled. he smiled and mouthed out "happy birthday" and blew her a kiss.. her jaw dropped a cm or so.. and she blushed, her eyes went wide and her heart skipped a beat, but she didnt know why. after prac she hugged him and said "wats up" he shruged she smiled. his car came.. and hed left.. that was the last time she'd seen him since then... and then she soon realized how she cried with Howard. and slept with him.. and wrote about the boy so often.. She figured out.. she was in love. this is a true story about me- the young girl and a boy i fell in love with THE REAL AND EXACT TOTAL STORY and i still sleep w./ howard and cry almost daily that i havent seen himm and last week i met his brother.. and im having a bday party on nov 8th i want to invite his bro, bc each guest is aloud 2 bring 1 person.. and want to invite his brother, so his brother will bring him! but its been almost 2 yrs since i saw him.. idk how to act watta say, if he'll come if it'll be the same or not.. i LOVE this kid with every fiber of my being... I just dont know anymore HELP ME!!
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Feel free to discuss the themes and let me know what you think of the verse overall. Give me some feedback, constructive criticism is also welcomed. Thanks. For a democracy were really not very free ... (more)

Feel free to discuss the themes and let me know what you think of the verse overall. Give me some feedback, constructive criticism is also welcomed. Thanks. For a democracy were really not very free, All I see is their giant eye watching me, spying on towns crying us down with drowning frowns, no clowning around your a grown up now, got to remain calm steer clear from harm, its so near now were avoiding the grabbing arm, trapped inside a crane game with no name, a number in file with no identity theres no shame, we know who's to blame we try to speak aloud, but silenced in the crowd full of the meek and mild, as a child I always asked the big questions, now as a man i feel tasked to use expressions, as a way of allowing others to have that spark, that ability see see light in the dark. its fulfiling to me to acomplish this mission, using intuition and vision to thrill and glisten, a diamond in the dirt but not an old cliche, I believe the hurt can become the bold elite today... Dystopian view its nothing new to tell, all this we knew thanks to George Orwell, 1984 was innaccurate in some ways fine, he picked the wrong year he meant to call it 2009, where our money is spent by the bent, the corrupt the bankers and the government, economic crisis the eye of osiris locked on it, its on your money so there always in your pocket, taxes paying for wars on far away shores, we scores of young men die for the so called cause, who ever said its justified to die for high oil prices, I never did but not suprised at why they lie to us, guns to sell bank rolls to swell in their corruption well, volcanic eruptions shake the bells toll its time for hell, we are all there unless we speak beware of their stare, scare tactics employed to keep us unaware, nobody cares morale values replaced by value of dollar and pounds, black gold is bought sold and stole under this false shroud.
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