The Original Runaway Heart

I was reading an article earlier on my personal facebook page about how Starbucks refuses to send any of their coffee to the marines out in Iraq. Their reason? : they don't believe in war. You know what? I don't think ANYONE should believe in war. I believe in freedom, which is why I write in green. Freedom, Peace, Love, Equality. Killing other countries off with guns and bombs just because they want each other's oil, they want to expand, they want their gold mines, it's out of greed. Other times, it's Canada and America trying to free the people, trying to stop slavery. Why can't things be resolved through words? I notice too, when others stand up for war, support it... say that it's necessary.... They don't want to bother listening to "freedom of speech, peace and love for all" Sure, I sound like a hippy.. But when you've gone through enough mental,phsychological warfares in your head with your own family, your own peers... you know how i

I figured this time to write in happy, bright colors... not the shades...  I've been searching for far too long, for my confidence... My voice. It seemed for the longest time that I would speak and no one would listen. Eventually I just grew sick of it, and stopped speaking altogether. Not anymore. I've re-invented myself. "Call me by name, to whom you speak is not the same." For once in my life, I've decided not to take this hatefulness from anyone... for I do not need it. I've decided to push my powerful energy and light into the darkness, and show people who I truly am. For I may seem small, but my voice makes me mightier,fiercer than you've ever known. I used to think that these were my rules... Pick at me, my friends, that's fine... I can live with that. But to pick at my child? all hell breaks loose. Now, I see things much,much differently. The way I see things now, are in a different light, a new shade of who I am. I see things the way they shou