Graffiti I: Butterflies Tabitha Walker had never been so nervous.Graffiti I: Butterflies4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
It was a clear, frosty Monday morning in the month of November, and the bus scheduled to pick her up from her solitary position was already five minutes late. The fifteen year-old shivered against the hard brick of the bus shelter wall, the hood of her jacket her only barrier against the biting breeze that blew in from the open front. Each moment that passed felt like an age, arriving and leaving impossibly slowly; yet this both quelled and irritated her growing fear. On one hand, she definitely did not - in any way whatsoever - wish to face the day ahead; praying for time to decelerate further. Yet she also knew she couldn't avoid this fate that had been chosen for her - it was set in stone now, and she wondered why the inevitable wouldnt just go right ahead and put her out of her misery.
Tabby sighed, breath mushrooming out into t
GraffitiEmpty walls of tha' city jus beggin' for somethin' ta' say,Graffiti11 years ago in Free Verse
Grab ya' gear, get up, get out, an' get ill wit' that soul spray.
Tha canvas of the mind knows no limit an' is friend to no rule,
This is somethin' that tha' law can't take from us, they step, let's duel!
Take tha' gun an' tha blade from tha' man,
Equip tha' young ones with an idea an' a can.
Put it up! Spray it up! Make ya' presence known,
Make it burn! Gotta' earn! Tell 'em who ya' own!
Someone tag ya' turf stand up an' make a stand,
Take it back, show no love from ya' iron hand.
Foreva' flowin' an' foreva' singin',
Foreva' showin an foreva' bringin,
Tha' voice of tha' kids will be foreva' livin'.
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