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Rebel Heart (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

under my chest it beats
some people think i don't have one
narcissistic by nature
wanting to be seen
doesn't mean that i don't feel
in fact i feel insecure most of the time
which is why i want to entertain you
deep down in my Rebel Heart
i know
in the depths
i've grown
i'm less attached to things that once consumed me
i feel the earth around me
i sense the sun on my face
i have a Rebel Heart and it beats loudly
proudly
through the chaos that i create to mask how i really feel
who am i to decide what should be done?
i'm still not sorry for who i've been
it's been a journey
and the humility falls on me like rain
i'm not even who i thought
what i showed
my ass more than my feelings
my dealings
were superficial
but i want to rip it out
my Rebel Heart from my chest
and fling it at you
blood splatter
shock factor
just to prove to you
that i am but a boy....
seeking love
with my Rebel Heart
set me apart
from the rest
no longer have to be best
just have to be
me
be
free
from what you think
my Rebel Heart beats to its own beat
no repeat
new as the day begins again

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