Daddy's little princess

Daddy's little princes that's what I've always been,
But I'm asking you now for that to come to an end,
I always did as you say
I was a good girl I followed you way,
Daddy I'm older now, please let me be me,
Just let me be free,
My personality is in disguise,
Daddy please open your eyes,
I want to explode in a wild, desperate rage,
this is my story turn the next page,
Why can't you trust me, I've asked many times,
I'm I good girl, I commit no crimes,
daddy I'm not telling you to go away,
How would I get throw every day,
Everything you taught me this I will spread,
The laughs you have should be, the tears I have shred,
Daddy why can't you listen to me,
Every word I speak is true, can't you see,
Daddy I only ask on thing,
Just please open your wings.

Christy, 16

Amen
I was thinking I mite fly today
just to disprove all the things that you say
in the bible only angles have wing
the rest of us have to wait to be saved
in this world today nothing matters
people say they're better then you and you agree
all the sweet smiles all the passion all the pain
washed out in the rain
did your boyfriend sneak out the window last night
another cute cheap thrill
don't answer that phone
another doctors bill, lawyers bill, some questions to avoid
deep secrete hidden in our hearts in fear
someone will scoff and sneer
where are all gods angles
where's the children hope know their heroes are in jail
children running the street
babies being beat
I rather look at the world at another angle
but sometime I wonder where's gods little angles???

                    -Tina, 18

WAITING

I sit in a booth,
bored, waiting for someone,
I don't know exactly who,
But so far haven't seen no one.

I sit and stare when he arrives,
With one rose,
I smell the deep red flower,
A smell sweet to my nose.

I want to keep taking,
But he has to go,
I'm so happy he came,
But the hole thing was a daydream I know.

Again I sit in my booth
Bored, waiting for someone,
I don't exactly know who,
But so far have seen no one.

-Loveless at 17

SEVENTEEN

So many ways to go,
But witch one to chose?
How am I to know?
Either way win or lose.

It's my time to shine
My time to grow,
I'll find the path that's mine,
and let it go.

I'm excited,
But I'm scared,
My path may not be lighted,
My judgment may be impaired.

It is hard to change,
That's all I know,
But I'll discover my range,
From the way that I go.

-MarciaMarshaMartia
 

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