American You
American You: Where Every Voice Finds Its Verse.
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We walk the tightrope, stretched so thin, Balancing hope and the grind we’re in. Not poor enough for aid to spare, Not rich enough to not despair. We rise at dawn, we punch the clock, Trading time for the things we stock— A house, a car, a fleeting trip, A life that barely gets a…
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I come from hands that cracked from mouths that swallowed apologies like bitter medicine, from backs that bent under weight they were never meant to carry. I come from silence where there should have been lullabies, before they could hold softness, from doors slammed harder than the wind against the house, from love that felt…
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I am the fire, I am the flood, A spark in the dark, then a rush of blood. I rise like the sun, burn wild and bright, Then vanish again into endless night. A symphony plays inside my mind, A melody lost, a rhythm unkind. The highs are electric, too fast to hold, A story…
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In the quiet corners of our shared space, I wear a mask, a crafted face, With smiles stitched from threads of care, Yet inside, a storm brews, wild and bare. You laugh, you dream, you see the light, But shadows whisper through the night, My truths like thorns, sharp…
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In a world of colors, vivid and bright, Where each soul shines in its own unique light, A phrase dances softly, like whispers in air, “Oh, you don’t look autistic”—a thought laid bare. What does it mean, this look we can see? Is it found in the gaze or the way…
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In the mirror, I catch my eye, A tired soul, a whispered sigh. Days feel heavy, doubts creep in, Wondering where I’ve been, where to begin. Am I enough? The question gnaws, In a world that seems to have strict laws. Scrolling through lives that look so bright, …
American You 