Cloudy Condescension

The tip of the eyebrow
The curve of the curious
The furrow of the upper lip

I know what you mean.

Pro? Con?

I love that when I look in the mirror
I see someone fierce
Someone untouchable
Indifferent
Carved from stone and ice
I hope it doesn't melt
Not till it's over

I hope that isn't just me who sees it
I hope that is me
I'm not a pretender
Am I?
Self doubt isn't surface

Sweet as a Teller

Will you be the one to write the freedom?
Will you guide the flight of those unheard?
Will you speak for those left unseen?
Will you be the eyes of those left blind with memories?
Will you do the thing that is right, because it is the right thing?

"Now we are all ordinary people, but even an ordinary secretary, or an ordinary housewife, or a teenager, can turn on a small light in a dark room."

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I'm not the first, or the last
You have to remember that now
And so do I
I don't know who it'll be harder for