Don’t judge me with the book I’ am holding,
Don’t criticize me if I desire to gain wisdom.
When curiosity wraps my head down to my feet,
I know that I am in need to be filled
The fear of lacking ensembles me..
Growing in intelligence entices me..
To be a a woman than a lady encourages me,
To be a person than a human changes me..

I'm tired of hypocrisy. Every female that I know complains for not having found a decent guy. The truth is that that guy may be under their ******* noses and they'll never realize so because they are after some hot, six-packed idiot. They never think twice about their loyal, sweet, non-hot friend. Maybe if they did, they would notice that he does lots of little things for her. He would dump anyone or anything he's doing to go and rescue you from a bad haircut or ****** break-up. He seems a bit off when you talk to him, like he's somewhere else, but still listening carefully to every word you say. He is secretly wondering what it would feel like to taste your lips or kiss away your tears. He is fantasizing about your eyes and the way they light up with laughter whenever you find something funny. The way your tiny button-nose twitches upward when you are grossed out. He is daydreaming about your hands traveling through his body, and going down his navel... He wonders what it would be like to watch TV while you caress his hair.
And he sighs and you ask him what's wrong. He smiles lazily and with a sad look in his eyes he answers:
"Nothing."
He'll never tell you how he feels because he knows that you'd turn him off. And he loves you, has loved you for a while now. He treasures your friendship more than anything and he is afraid that if he tells you the truth, that will scare you off. He can keep you with him by not telling you his true feelings. You would reject him. He's not risking that much. He'll just settle with friendship, patiently waiting for you to wake up one day and realize that you're in love with him.

And this is why, my dear female friends, you don't find the right guy. You are looking for perfection and we all figure that that doesn't exist, after a while. You seek for the ideal guy. **There's no such thing.

There you go judging.
Thought that was your god's job.

May the God of mercy have mercy on us
May we sense each other’s heart and needs
May such a day never come
when we have to doubt or judge one another
and may we walk together, parallel
always, forever, till death and beyond
hand in hand, heart to heart
This relationship will only add to our quality of life
Not subtract from it
Every fiber of our being may fall in love
with one another
Making us both
Human and divine

First impressions.
          Opening lines.
That’s how people will judge you.

       Leaving actions.
             Final words.
That’s how people will remember you.

Never solemnly find the truth
They spoke and ended with no proofs
That's when i doubt the attitudes

Think they'd never behold thru my shoes