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    WE

    I'm sitting here ponderin and wonderin
    Debatin and contemplatin with concentration
    My real occupation
    See this gift I've been given
    Is my only salvation
    In this world plagued with tribulation
    And mental decay caused by intimidation
    Every one's lookin for instant gratification
    When there is no intellectual stimulation
    See my identification is blessed
    I'm to hated to be celebrated
    It's been greatly debated
    How society has me rated
    But they just don't realize it was fated
    Long before you or I were created
    See I'm not going to be intimidated
    Because I can't be duplicated
    Nor can my gift be imitated
    Because by you my lyrics can't be dictated
    I'm definitely educated
    I'm on a journey to evaluate
    These words aren't delivered in hate
    See your not my mate
    I'm lookin for complementation
    And conversation
    Not deviation
    As we both seek elevation
    From this world's condemnation
    My world is filled with despair
    A world beyond repair
    Many people yellin it's unfair
    My eyes hurt from the glare
    This life can't compare
    So myself I'm starting to prepare
    For another life
    One that's free of strife
    Where I'm your wife
    No more heartache
    A life that we'd both make
    Our love they can't shake
    We're not playin and this ain't fake
    Our bond is to strong to break
    See there is no more pain
    For me no more rain
    We no longer feel your disdain
    With God on our side we'll maintain
    There is no more depression
    There won't be any regression
    See this ain't a concession
    I'm simply confessin
    'Cause fallen for you
    And you've fallen for me
    All our haters can see
    We're what was fated to be
    When you and I come together
    As WE!


    Bethani 'Bella' Adams

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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