tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55110442622326850572024-03-13T21:47:37.135-07:00Where's NemoDaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16878047450333334589noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511044262232685057.post-17425292509909083642012-03-19T18:33:00.002-07:002012-03-19T18:33:34.768-07:00Shower PoemI was in the shower and I was trying to perfect my cursive, but then I thought of this poem. I then wrote it on my mirror until I thought it was good enough to blog.This is original and by Danielle Levine<br />
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My finger etches my name and the door cries with every stroke. As the water descends my writing fogs and disappears. erasing all evidence of me and my crimes against the glass. Only to be replaced with more tears, but not from me. I cannot cause this much sadness. It's caused from the water falling from the shower head. Not satisfied with staying on the ground, drops jump onto the clear surface creating more lines of tears than the fog can erase. Until soon, I'm not looking at a clear glass door, I'm looking at lines obscuring my view of the world on the other side.<br />
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One definition of liberty from dictionary.com is <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; position: static; text-align: left;">freedom</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; position: static; text-align: left;">from</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; position: static; text-align: left;">control,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; 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In some states homosexual people are still not allowed to marry who they choose. Same sex couples' choice to express their love through a union is not legally identified. How is this fair and just? They deserve to receive all the acceptance and </span><span name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default; position: static; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">privileges that a heterosexual couple would get. Homosexuality is not a disease and it's not something to be afraid of. So why isn't it nationally legal to have a gay marriage?</span></span><br />
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