Why do we ask ourselves, who am i to be beautiful, talented, or fabulous? Well the truth is who are you not to be? Everyone in this worl deserves a chance it does not matter your race or gender. we are all one, no one should be put down, called names, or be thrown around. we are all the children of god, brother and sister, loving and caring for each other. I am as much yours as you are mine, gears coming together to make the world work, so lets make a new world, because at some point it'll be time for change.  <3

Shattered was my heart when i asked if we were alright, and hurt i was when he told me he didn't know, pain is all i felt waiting for him to reply when i asked him if we were still us, fear is all i knew for an instant when i thought i would lose it all. Love was what i felt  when he told me yes, truth was all i was in that moment when i reveled how i felt to my hearts full content, forever is how long i believe i will be love, us is every time i see you, together is you and me.

Jump Missy jump, the little guy yells at me, walking down the stairs with him staring at me, love is what i feel every time i see his little brown eyes staring up at me. He jumps knowing his older sister will catch him, loving the instant that he gets to feel like he is flying. Love is all i know for that moment when i catch him and he says "I love you Missy," and all i think to my self is i will NEVER let you fall.

Because you interpret what you want,
not what I meant.

Don't like my poems because...
You think they color me in a light
that is easier to accept.
I am, what I am, all things-
My past, present
None of it I regret.

Don't like my poems because
you think I'm a genius.
I am just a 22 year old girl,
struggling to type this two minutes
before you will read it.

Don't like my poems because
I am pretty.
Well thank you.
But there's SO MUCH MORE
to anyone of us
But I really am grateful.

Don't like my poems because
you want me to like yours.
I probably will, already do,
I love all verse.

Don't like my poems because
I said do not like them.
I am human,
doing my best
and these words...at least I get them out
most insecurities, doubt, and humanity
**fight them

Love is something i'm new too, trying hard to not get scared, feeling love is all different to me, heart pounding every time i see you, sweating when you get closer to me, and wishing you would kiss me and let me fall into your arms, please don't ever let me go, i want to always be yours, because i know i'm in love with you.

Once in a while you'd call me regret,
wonder out the door and lose your way outside.
But I'd wait by the window,
all morning and each unbearable night of limbo.
And when dawn broke through the window and
the light illuminated the trail on your skin;
you would appear on the doorstep ashamed and keen
on me.
I think it's now routine but I don't mind the times because
I've mapped love marks on the atlas of your skin knowing
you'll want to come back once you've seen the x marks the spot.

It dances in the darkened corners of galaxies,
sleeps amongst collections of brilliant stars.
Sways with the tug and push of merry tides
bringing sweet little shells for someone to find.

Ever patient awaiting its turn in the medleys of planets,
a persistent idea over the linear logic of time.
Its lashes are made of stardust and its aspirations bud with time,
it dreams of the waking world when all is still and silent,
stirs in ebony blankets,
willing the sunlight to dawn and sift to illuminate its opalescent
silhouette.

It skirts the boundaries of a seeking mind,
giving furtive glances of its outline
seducing a victim to fill in the lines.

A tool for an artists' oeuvre.