Miss Alice D, you open up valves and flood them with colors.
You open the mind and let in the outpours.
Miss Alice D, you're melting my mind.
Love and hate are now intertwined.
How is this so? Miss Alice D, what do you know?
You know more than I.
You know my foul thoughts and why I cry.
You know the sun shines but welcomes goodbye when the night sky says Hi.
But do you know reality, Miss Alice D?
Do you know the worlds brutality?
Its left me with this mentality, of twenty-four diatonic tonalities, for vital abnormalities.
Miss Alice D, society's vision of life, brings death.
Modernization takes over where trees once gave breath.
Oceans flooded with toxins. Animals going extinct.
No ones taking action, you'd think it were distinct.
Oh, Alice D, I could go on evermore.
But you're tripping my mind.
You're like your own repertoire.
About the Creator
Kendra J. Anthony
She was a gnomist, a writer of beliefs.
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