15 Minutes

by Stacia Love

Itís almost over, my fifteen minutes of fame.
It started on the fifteenth day of the tenth month, 
when my mother looked into my baby brown eyes and gave me my name.
Although, my name is not unique, itís actually very traditional.
But thereís nothing normal about me.
Iím one of a kind.
Iím an original.
I was put on this earth not to be understood but to understand.
Iím part of a different breed.
I was created under different brand.
I struggle thru life from hour to hour,
trying to make it from day to day.
Not quite knowing what to do,
not quite knowing what to say.
I fight against enemies, 
both seen and unseen.
Do you know what Iím saying?
Do you yeah what I mean?
A peaceful and pleasant life, 
I will never come to see.
For me itís just a fantasy;
an unobtainable dream.
Living becomes so hard sometimes,
that it makes want to scream.
Be gone with my fifteen minutes,
just let my time expire.
Cause to be a part of this world,
is not longer my desire.


15 Minutes by Stacia Love

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