Broken

"Everything is Everything"

Everything is everything

What is meant to be, will be

After winter, must come spring

Change, it comes eventually

I wrote these words for everyone

Who struggles in their youth

Who won't accept deception

Instead of what is truth

It seems we lose the game,

Before we even start to play

Who made these rules? We're so confused

Easily led astray

Let me tell ya that

Everything is everything

Everything is everything

After winter, must come spring

Everything is everything

I philosophy

Possibly speak tongues

Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist

Rap this in fine linen

From the beginning

My practice extending across the atlas

I begat this

Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress

You can't match this rapper / actress

More powerful than two Cleopatras

Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti

MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti

My rhymes is heavy like the mind of Sister Betty

L. Boogie spars with stars and constellations

Then came down for a little conversation

Adjacent to the king, fear no human being

Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum

Now hear this mixture

Where hip hop meets scripture

Develop a negative into a positive picture

Now, everything is everything

What is meant to be, will be

After winter, must come spring

Change, it comes eventually

Sometimes it seems

We'll touch that dream

But things come slow or not at all

And the ones on top, won't make it stop

So convinced that they might fall

Let's love ourselves then we can't fail

To make a better situation

Tomorrow, our seeds will grow

All we need is dedication

Let me tell ya that,

Everything is everything

Everything is everything

After winter, must come spring

Everything is everything

Everything is everything

What is meant to be, will be

After winter, must come spring

Change, it comes eventually"-Everything is Everything" by Lauren Hill

Ginny stood in line at the printers' in Diagon Alley. She looked at her watch. It read nine o'clock. Hermione had dragged her out of bed at the ungodly hour of seven o'clock to make sure she got dressed and was at the printers' when the shop opened. Even arriving early hadn't helped. It seemed a student union at Toadstool University was sponsoring a protest and they had camped out all night in hopes of getting flyers and picket signs printed and ready before classes started in the morning. She watched as the leader of the protest spoke with the clerk.

"Listen, I want the signs to be lettered in bright green. They should say, "Down With the System!" The young man who was organizing the protest had stringy brown hair and flared trousers. He looked like he had just smoked something that was not legal by the Ministry for Magic or the muggle government laws. Ginny sighed loudly and shifted her weight from one foot to another. Both the clerk and the hippie looked at her.

"Is there something you needed, miss?" The clerk eyed her up and down.

Ginny frowned. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. "Yes, actually there was. I would like two hundred of these printed for me, please." She walked to the counter and pulled out the folder Hermione had put the flyer in. "I want it in color. It really has to be eye catching."

The hippie grunted and looked over her flyer. "House elf rights? C'mon! No one cares about house elf rights!"

"Oh and I'm supposed to believe everyone cares about the legalization of pot? That's what you're protesting for, right? Or is it just that you smell so strongly of it that I assumed that would be the only thing that got you out of bed so early?" Ginny faced the young man and gave him a look.

That upset the hippie. He got red in the face and said, "I suppose you think that house elf rights are more important than the legalization of a substance that has been medically proven to help . . ."

Ginny closed her eyes and shut his words out. She never should have gotten started with this guy. "Alright, alright! Enough! I take it back. The legalization of pot is infinitely more important than freeing slaves."

The hippie seemed to have missed the sarcasm in her last response and turned to an Ali G-esque friend, a red haired man with an odd hairstyle that reminded her of fish fins, another man with ill fitting trousers, red boots, and dozens of pins attached to his blazer and finally a rather attractive short gentleman wearing a suit complete with waistcoat to suss out who was paying for what. In the end, the men discovered they had no money and decided that the hippie would play the drums while the wankster would rap about the benefits of smoking pot in the student union. The other three started arguing over something and decided to go home. Ginny could hardly wait for them to apparate out of the shop. "Right, how much do I owe you?" Ginny said as she fished out the money Hermione had given her.

The clerk pulled out an abacus and quickly began sliding beads this way and that to come up with the amount she owed him. "Forty galleons." Ginny smiled weakly and counted out the money. She'd never had forty galleons in her life, let alone spent that much money on anything she wasn't planning on keeping a very long time. "Your order will be ready at eleven. Give me your name so you can pick it up then."

"Ginevra Weasley."

The man's eyes lit up. "The Ginevra Weasley who killed Draco Malfoy and was saved by Harry Potter?" He passed a parchment and quill over to her so she could sign it and pick up her flyers later.

Ginny felt like screaming. 'Fat lot of good that did. I saved Harry. He won't even look at me now. Rotten wanker!' Ginny smiled thinly at the clerk and signed the parchment with her name and walked out of the shop. She decided to head for the Leaky Cauldron as her stomach painfully reminded her that she had missed breakfast this morning. While walking to the pub, Ginny thought that it wouldn't be helpful or healthy for her to start mooning over Harry or wonder why he wasn't trying to date her or even speak to her. The Boy Who Lived was an enigma who seemed to enjoy breaking her heart.