Copy & Paste

Copyright this copyright that.
That belongs to me, you can't cop that.
This is not your home, just my "Welcome" mat,
So find a new abode you stray copy cat.

My name is Unique. Don't try to be me.
You couldn't even pass for me with my I.D.
So duplicate yourself into someone on TV
Get off of my back, you blood sucking flea.

I am one of a kind. A rare shooting star.
Try to understand, what's mine is not ours,
Steal from me, I won't put you behind bars
But I'll sure as Hell leave you with a few scars.

R.I.P.

Curiosity killed the cat and it will probably kill me too.
I'll drink to that as I enjoy my youth.
Call me reckless or a little naive.
Just living out the goal of being free.
So as I make my way to death
I savor my last breath.

I AM SO GONE

While everyone is left in tears
I'll be looking down and saying "cheers".
I had a good run, it was fun,
but now my time here is done.

Peace.

Kid at Heart :]

Where the Wild Things Are:
In my backyard.
It's a jungle out there
But I'm not scared of lions, and tigers, and bears.
I'm the adventurous girl swinging from vine to vine.
No care in the world because for me there is no time.
Up from dusk all the way to dawn,
Discovering new worlds (my neighbors front lawn!).
Queen of the jungle, Queen of the May,
or at least for right now I'm Queen of the day.

Who doesn't love to play pretend?

I Was Mistaken

Recycle. Reuse. I refuse.
I will live my life not a reproduction of yours.
These curses may be passed down the generations
But I am a woman of my own nation.
Hence, I am my own.

I am on my own.
Youth was wasted on my absent innocence.
I am still a child in a sense.
But my coming of age takes precedence.
I have grown.

I am grown.
I am an individual thinking machine with many curiosities.
I climb trees to get a better view and see what I see
And then I continue to Fall like leaves.
But that's just me.

"Yeah, me being me."

I Just Want To Have FUN!

You talking funny. I'm talking money. Watch it multiply like bunnies. Count the (money) rolls like I'm chubby. Now that's what I call funny.

PALABRA!

Beat=Heart Beat

I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, words are my weapon,
The art of expression is my new profession.
Never at a loss for words I sleep with a dictionary under my head
I'll have you at "hello" and hold you forever till I'm dead.
Talk is cheap but speech is free
No spending limits, I'm on a talking spree.
And if you can't hear what I'm saying
I'll sign it so you can see what I'm portraying
So read my lips and feel my fingertips
Take this tip: clean out your ears with some Q-tips.
Sound check. Can you hear me better?
These rhymes are hot, so take off your sweater.
Oh you still sweating?
I'm unrelenting.
It's just round one I'm not close to done,
So get comfy, warm your buns while I have some fun.
Blah-blah-blah call it word vomit,
I'm sick with this, can't stop it.
So ill, I'm beyond a doctor,
Just pop some pills, I think we lost her.
The beat flat lined, time to revive
This piece is LIVE, and I didn't even have to try...