You are truly magnificent; you're great, you are marvelous, you're expansively strong, you are out of this world!
Be courageous, be humble, give back and build up, be dynamic, a student, and teacher, be BOLD!
I'm telling you this 'cause you don't hear it enough and I know you're unique and can impact the globe.
You have dreams and high hopes. Though negativity surrounds you,who you want to be fervently burns in your soul.

Hey beautiful and dedicated! Hey handsome and strong-willed! Don't let this life pass without honing your skills.
See success is not businessess, money or boats.
Established is not a doctorate, true wealth is not in notes.
Those "Yays" can't compare to the gleam in your eyes.
Those True Religion jeans are just fabric for thighs.
Those Jordans may be hot, all these things show you're paid but don't matter 'cause you're already beautifully made.

Do what you enjoy.
Fight for what you believe in.
Don't take "No" for an answer, please realize your dreams.
Reality is relative, no goal is impossible,
The prowess you subsume can create NEW extremes!

I love you and I believe in the positive change that you can be to the community and this world, but it's more important for you to believe in, respect, and love, YOURSELF.

I need a little poetry to ease my mind I find
Sometimes its like a sea of tidal waves
I cave, I gave, my all, I prayed to crawl because
to fall
was out of the equation
I'll take some knee abrasions to get to my vocation
these types of situations, they lead to complications
Cause I know
I've seen my lowest low but still I follow
The Lord He calms my tears and heals my heart and steals my sorrows
We do not know His will and so we worry 'bout tomorrows
but its strength and faith and power in His Word He let us borrow
-No He gave it-
I don't debate my Savior so just save it
I wish the way I walk and all my actions were His favorites
but I doubt that
I do good but I know I can do better,
I'm just tryna keep this poem from an angry letter,
There's a reason why to God my heart is tethered
I'm on the path of righteousness but choking on the Angels' feathers

There's an emptiness I feel that I have surely tried to hide and fill
with things that "normal" people do to quench my appetite
but it cannot at times it rears its awful empty gaping head and
stirs my blood and brings me down
a heaving chest
a heart of lead
an aching head and itchy eyes a tear soaked pillow on my bed
and plum bruised thighs that bear the weight of hands that cup a sobbing chin
and hides the face that hates to cry
that's forced to stifle all her pride
and take involuntary  blows
the uncontrolled
the deep within
muffled screams and yells of anger all the confusion that I keep
forsook the world and gained a soul
but is that all to reap?