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M'aimer 4 Qui je Suis, ou ne M'Aimer pas @ tout

LA depreesing histoire de ma vie

Created on 2004-01-02 18:24:19 (#1765357), last updated 2007-03-02

218 comments received, 448 comments posted

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Name:Buck
Birthdate:01-20
Location:Pasadena, baton rouge dans l'eau, French Polynesia
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O Southern
O soutern
Dear Southern
Thy praises we shall sing
Untill all the heavens and echoes loudly ring
THe winds of the sky as they pass us by
Will adoration bring



Les gens disent que je suis pessausive mais je ne suis pas. ET MES amis tout dit que je dois être le centre d'attention. Mais je suis pas.je suis très sournois et plein de malice. Une fille qui vient d'aimer s'amuser.. Mais yea de toute façon j'aime la clarinette et le son d'un a assourdi la trompette. ..Beautifull, si très mélodieux



JUst a Lil something of me

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


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