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Remember everyone has the right to an opinion, whether you agree with them or not,
Education is not restricted to the classroom or books as learn every day from others,
Silence can be a positive way to deal with a negative opinion as shouting doesn’t work,
People do not have the right to put you down as do not agree with what you think,
Everyone is fighting their own battles so walk a mile in their left shoe and your right,
Comparing yourself with another is pointless as like comparing an orchid with a lemon,
Trust your own instincts always with an open heart then others will respect your ideas.

© Fi S. J. Brown

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Tales of a city

This city is full of dark whispers and lies of fifty shades of grey,
Echoes from childhood still ring out in malevolent laughter.
As she traps me with her seven invisible craggy walls of green,
And strangers act as judge with the streets as their courts.
Shadows filled with the beating of her cold and bitter heart,
That loves and loathes all that come to see her ageless beauty.

Locals say I sing the song of far away lands and not hers,
It’s not from here as do not know the lyrics nor want to learn.
As rumours swirl in the wind that is her invisible breath of life,
Making fools of many as she can as one of her many games.
Some days it is impossible to tell real and what is a reflection,
And scared to shatter the glass for fear of getting hurt again.

She calls me back whenever I leave her as wants me to stay,
But I stopped loving her many years ago now want a divorce.
Freedom from her endless suffocation and choking hands,
To look through the eyes of a stranger at her from a distance.
As I wipe away the rain as like tears falling from my face,
And wishing one day to find where my song’s home really is.

© Fi S. J. Brown

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Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day to all my friends

The most important love of all is self love as to accept is extremely hard but once we do it is like a weight being lifted from crushing our hearts and torturing our souls; then there is the love of friends and family, who love and accept us for who we are irrespective of the flaws and imperfections we may see in ourselves; finally, when someone loves us in a very special way, so that we let ourselves be vulnerable by giving them part of us, which is reserved only for them, and they leave a mark forever sketched in our minds, bodies and soul.

Wherever you are in this world, remember you are loved and it does not need a special day to say it, as every day our words and actions show just how special we are to others. However, it is always good to show people how much we appreciate them being in our lives. A gift does not mean spending vast amounts of money, but creating something by us. It matters far more than any bought gift, as comes from within and shows our unique love for another. So my gift to you all, my friends, are my words and these flowers.

Love
Fi xx

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What is this world we created?

Just take a look at the world around us,
Take a look at the forests, rivers and mountains.
Sights and sounds for all our senses,
That we now find ourselves blind and deaf to.
Giving us all that we could ever need,
But we continue to take and take till all runs dry.

What is this world we created?
Thinking we can replace bird song with car horns.
Why do we think we own it?
Selling it’s contents one by one for a pound or two.
Have we made ourselves royalty?
Creating towering palaces of concrete and clay.

You know every day a species is lost,
We would rather buy a phone than protect a Saola.
Animals for food and entertainment,
Their homes destroyed to make way for another mall.
Somewhere Mother Nature cries,
For each day we break another piece of her heart.

What is this world we created?
Thinking we can replace bird song with car horns.
Why did we never learn to stop?
Perhaps we never saw the green light to start with.
What must our ancestors think?
To their legacy that we now pass on to our children.

© Fi S. J. Brown