Last night, I saw the light of the world. They are scattered, all around each continent. I felt our differences, and the difference we made. What's surprising is I'm a kid, a girl, who had seen it. But others did not. And where did I see this thing again? In a kids' movie. But Anna, that's absurd.

To me, the absurd part is when you did not see it for yourselves, to even notice. And no, we're not talking about Disney or Barbie alright. Back to the lights, nowadays, some are lit and some are dimmed. Do you remember the movie "Mulan"? The girl who fought for China? I recalled the Emperor tells something to Shan Yu when he let Mulan slipped away after their victory. The Emperor spoke to him, "You don't get to meet a girl like that every dynasty." That opened my eyes.

In this dynasty, or pronounced era, I see her. I see that light. It was everywhere. It was coming from you. I've heard it. Seeing that movie makes me think how much of the world has changed. People no longer wished to only have sons, but also daughters. Pressure no longer burdened men cause they got us too. And the privilege and responsibility somehow became equal. Look where it took us. Businesses, innovations, schools, inspirations? We went this far when we worked together. I observed this even if I'm a youngster. What more can you do? If you're doubting your light, may it be men or women, a girl just saved a country, a boy just saved humanity.

How about you? Would you save the world too?

Sometimes the darkness is all I know.
A man sits in a chair in a black room,
television casting shadows and
violent fantasies onto the walls.
He stands
and moves slowly
as if he were submerged in the muddy water
of all the wrongs accrued.
He makes his way into the kitchen,
eventually,
and the pain shoots through his neck
— fool —
he stalls
and leans against the doorway.
The dishes remain undone
while parts of the broken dishwasher
are strewn across the counter.
Dirt from the unswept floor
sticks to his bare feet
as he shuffles to the fridge
again.

Just like
A beautiful house
Cannot built  itself
    It requires a
Passionate builder

  Life cannot
   Create itself
             It
Requires a creator
           God
 
You need to be happy
       That you’re
             Exist
     For you are
       A gift
From your creator
           God

Therefore it is
  Crucial that
     You’re very
Thankful you exist
         For
There will never
    Be another
             You
In this universe

      Allow your
Spirit to fly in greater
           Strides
              For
    Life is very precious
         
I’ve learned to live
With all my might
           For
       I am a gift
       From God

I no longer believe
       In death ,
The great unknown

Infinite is the life
     For me
As legends
     Never
Truly dies

Dare to never
Backs down
From the call
To a life of purpose
            And
      Victory.

when you don't like the channel
change it

when you hear that song that ****** you off
change it

when an opinion gets too far up your nose
don't read it

when it ruffles you up so much it shows
you've conceded

change the channel, not the challenger
challenge not the channeler
change the way you feel about it
choose not to have an opinion about it

there are some ideas that appeal to most
but most ideas appeal to none
the ideas you'd rather choose to host
shouldn't offend anyone

unless you choose to be a troll
well in that case let it rock and roll

always a choice

Poetry is stuck to me
Like barnacles stick
To a ship permanently
Barnacally feeding by
Filtering the particles within
My brain from the oceanic
Water they are
Modified  to sustain
Numerous crustaceans
Stuck inside my mind,
Rhyming words floating
With feathery appendages
Some sticking permanetely
From time to time
Yes, poetry  a sea creature
With a shell that has fastened
Itself tightly to my brain
On a never ending poetic
voyage I will joyously sustain

The Louvre would have been better had I
come here by myself.

I know why you’re here.
The Mona Lisa calls
your name, coy and quaint
eyes glazed with lacquer
beckoning
behind the bulletproof glass
that curdles her beauty. You want me
to see her with you.



                                                         ­                                           Don’t you?  


But clouded eyes watched
as you passed
The Winged Victory
Liberty Leading the People
Venus de Milo
Six Raphaels and a Michelangelo


just so you could catch a glimpse
of her smirk
behind a masterpiece of spines
and cameras.

So go ahead, call me
stuck up

                                                             ­                                   I don’t mind.

I’ll admire all the beauty you missed
along the way.

She knows exactly how the world works
Shares her well-read cynical voice
She wishes for miracles coming
Not believing our leader’s choice

She’s longing for Swords into Ploughshares
All words of war she cannot bear
Doesn’t trust The United Nations
Declares we haven’t got a prayer

The world’s Toolbox of Diplomacy
Lets foxes design the henhouse
She knows the top 3 richest people
Have more than HALF of everyone else

She shows how to make her life richer
Not relying on someone else
Has no sentimental view of life
Fully acquainted with herself

Challenging ANYONE’S opinion
Firing people up with the facts
She predicts trump’ll be on Mount Rushmore
His Nobel Peace Prize on his back