born poverty stricken, 
she lay her head on no mattress..
still she sung along to mary j. blige, like religious practice..

Stronger with each tear was the motto,
&so; she shed..
Because its hard to have dreams when you don't have a bed..

Its hard to have food for thought when you cant afford bread.
& the local Goodwill is dead..

Her speech was absurdly intact, & well spoken.
you would assume a girl trapped like that, wouldn't be open,
Yet.
Just 14, she showed potential of a graduate, beyond bachelors.
&& in our city record deals are the only time we owned Masters.

beneath those hazel eyes. there lies an old soul,
told, 
by her surroundings her future was a pole. 
bold, 
in her approach, how she stripped away the cold.
now dances in the daisies, dodging Hades, never sold.

&this; is no figment of imagination,
how her eyes hazel pigment, 
had the power to judge a nation.

Because she woke up daily, prepared as **** for that math test..
Though she was born poverty stricken, lay her head on no mattress..




-afj

Don't let the persistent pressure of fitting in ruin you.
Don't ever let them, who only matter for today destroy what you could have tomorrow.
You, my darling. Could have the world right where you stand.
But, do not let the questions of 'What if' ever let you down in regret and sorrow.
.
You're special, not realising what you have is nothing less than God's Gift.
You adore what is gentle. And you do it with pride.
You must be too used to the way you are, so notoriously modest.
For you are beautiful, ***. So go out and flaunt your true colours and stripes.
- Aks