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Selling Out
Ink dripping down a page Is like the blood from my wrists
It tries to find a way To make my anger fit
Every word has a purpose
Every letter a line
Nothing else leaves me standing
Just my pen and I
Planes buzz off in the distance
Children play down the street
It’s all just a cracker jack copy
Because my flesh means nothing to me
I am exhausted from playing hide and seek
I am tired of watching my friends die
To watch the sparks fade from there eyes
As the give up
Believing in all the lies
Watching them transform into the “American Dream”
They now look like the poster for a prom queen
I am sick of all the labels
We all try to fit in to
Losing every ounce of individuality God’s given
It’s our very life’s blood
We slit our wrists and let it all drip out
Get an blood transfusion
Just to cover up our own self doubt
We die our hair
Cover our iris’
Wear clothes that don’t ever fit
This isn’t even the half of it
Girls kill them selves trying to be thin
All while the world is screaming you’ll never fit in
We forget who we are
Forget what we like
Just so we don’t have be alone at night
Why are we so afraid to stand out to be our self’s
Why must we be the standard or be the failure
I am SICK OF IT
I will not be the standard I refuse it
I will not conform for corporate America
I reuse to slander my self
I won’t let magazines tell me that I am not beautiful
I am not a banana republic
I am not a hot topic
STOP IT
Don’t label me I don’t want it
I AM ME No on else
I have a name It’s Amy
And Amy is finally Free
The good book she reads Says “ …the truth shall set you free…”
The truth is you have been lied to
You can never all be the same
There is no “perfect person”
It’s not meant to be covered up
It makes us who we are
I don’t want your blood and you can’t have mine
Who will join me
Who is strong enough
To learn the truth
To finally be free
Live as your self
Give my regards to Broadway
Saying goodbye to Hollywood
I am selling out
Selling out to my self

Amy Henderson

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