Fat and Ugly

I am fat and ugly .If you saw me you'd think it but you probably wouldn't tell me. I've been told it though,enough times to know its true. Nobody looks at the fat dancer,their eyes slip over her and onto the girl next to her. Even if that girl hardly knows the steps,everyone will think she is better. Our eyes catogorize everyone we see,we don't try to but it just sort of happens. It's human nature. Cemetery.Clear skin.Thin waist.Big boobs and butt. Muscles. Pretty hair .What can i say?some of us JUST. AREN'T .
MADE. THAT .WAY!
we wish we were
we all wan't to be 'that girl' the beautiful one .
most of us denie it.I know i do,almost everyday.
sometimes i don't give a damn though,most of those girls are idiots.
they're not as sart as some of us,who have to work harder than them,same with the rich kids.
i am going to be THAT Girl which is better than That Girl,i'm gonna be that one that everyone will watch on stage and not be able to every forget. The girl with the black sweatshirt and notebooks filled with lyrics,drawing,designs and forein langouage notes?yeah thats me.the one with almost over 1000 songs on her ipod?that'd be me
I'm gonna be (and starting already) to be THAT girl.
Do i care what you think anymore?
no
I'm Echo

A Scary Reality

We are trapped.
Thats all there is to it
Dandelion can't see
She is a free spirit
spirit
but thats all
she doesn't see
how trapped
we really are
we can't leave
even i can't run
without turning back
less is more
well for us more is less
and there is always less
the scary reality is that things aren't as they seem
it makes the rents shiver,cry,speak between themselves
and then let us only here the sigh
i'm watching
they don't know
but if they see
then they don't mind because that reality
is one that affects me
my future is up to me
 reality is scary

Citizens

they call it a 'free' country
of free is it if half the population is working without recognition?
They don't think we should be here
They have called us names and so some of use believe them
Chola
Grease
Beaner
Now we call ourselves them
Idiota
estupida
It's not easy,many of us are forced to grow up before our time.To care for babies that are not ours,to cook and clean and work so that the bills will get paid and everyone fed.
I watch my parents cry,helplessly i cry inside
as my father breaks his back and works day and night,and my mother finds work to make our future brighter
we are not laborers and we are not dumb
I have it better than most
i know and i am grateful
we have papers
i swore to myself long ago that i would educate myself so that no one in my family will have to work on someone else's terms
i am proud of who i am
my blood makes me special
my culture makes me proud
i will go and finish school
it's not right though
that two states away an officer would stop me because i am brown
would he stop a light skinned Canadian?
no,just a brown mexican american girl
who has never stepped foot out of the US
do they carry their papers ready to be stopped?
who do you find picking in the fields?
i heard on the radio about a sweep
they sent people back
their bosses sent them back so they wouldn't have to pay them
it could have been anyone
someone in search of a brighter future
they don't care
about a brown skinned girl
i am the third generation
of hard work
i am ready to make my mark on this world
and show everyone that i WILL sucseed

Delete

i deleted u
and i don't miss you
i deleted all your lies to me
all your pretty words
and all your little red hearts
i'm done looking at something
that expired so long ago
you're a liar
i trusted a snake
i played with fire
i won't say i got burned
because that would mean you left scars
i'd hoped to make a friend
instead an enemy
and disapointment
i am done
i've deleted your words
those empty,shallow,phony words
and know i done
and so are you
i deleted you
-More by Echo ,here me out people,rock on.

Dance

i dance and i feel safe
my body knows what to do
and my mind goes blank
its just the music and me
the music that is apart of me
i make my skirt float
they are my wings
it flies around me
i feel safe
safe and beautiful and at home
it doesn't matter who sees me
i want people to see me
to see the real me
the magical me
the me with butterfly wings and magic feet
dancing is in my blood and my heart
every step is a beat
a beat that i could not live without

Strong

Today i am strong enough to dance
Today i am strong enough to be more me
than yesterday
I am strong enough to move on
I am strong enough to surround myself with friends
and care
but not to  much
Today i am strong
No need to worry about tomorrow,or turn back on yesterday
I am living in the moment
and not looking back
that takes strength
Lord give me strength for tomorrow
But for now today
I am strong enough to dance
and smile
The way i think i should
today i am strong
All on my own.

real Singers!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbzEgfCwzJU



She was the most fabulous ANYBODY ever! i mean she made it in a male dominated industry and came from a lower income home!She changed the music industry!!!!! there is no real talent out there anymore .its all fake mainstream mediocur rich kids .  I want to be that real talent someday i love preforming but common even I know better then 2 mess with la reina !! :)