Several Angles<o:p></o:p>

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I look at the superstars of the day,<o:p></o:p>

I know they are happy,<o:p></o:p>

For my own happiness instead,<o:p></o:p>

I wish, I hope, I pray.<o:p></o:p>

I would love to be rich,<o:p></o:p>

I would love to laugh until I got a stitch,<o:p></o:p>

But I am not rich,<o:p></o:p>

But I have grace,<o:p></o:p>

My own, understated glamour,<o:p></o:p>

But I have my faults:<o:p></o:p>

I guess everybody does,<o:p></o:p>

But I do try,<o:p></o:p>

And happily buy all those things,<o:p></o:p>

To help me feel good about myself,<o:p></o:p>

Because I’d like to feel happy to be me,<o:p></o:p>

I’d like to see my name,<o:p></o:p>

Light up the screen:<o:p></o:p>

At least in my own imagination,<o:p></o:p>

But it’s amazing what the imagination can create,<o:p></o:p>

What art and suffering can achieve,<o:p></o:p>

I guess I’ve earnt my right to breathe,<o:p></o:p>

The fresh air around me everyday,<o:p></o:p>

Where I look up to the sky,<o:p></o:p>

And to God I pray.

 

 

Candy Girl<o:p></o:p>