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I devote my day to you

I dress nice for you

I show up on time for you

I work my plans around you

But some days...

I ditch you to go hang out with my friends

Maybe I forgot to do laundry and wear something *****

I might be late because I overslept

My other plans are more important

Thank you for being understanding and not giving up on me
don't give up on school because it will never give up on you
Steele Jan 2015
I*             wasn't born in a hospital like most children are. I
am         made of soft thoughts, but too of hard muscular rivets; steel bars are
not         nearly so malleable as my arms. So far, so good, no need to be
afraid,    no need to be alone. There's no need to cry in the dark, wishing for

home      and a soft bed and warmth and food for my soul. My soul thrives; it
is             the howl of the wind on the mountain top; My soul lives in hardship.
Where     others tremble, I will not walk alone, because My soul lives in pain
The          pretenders; the snakes; the cowards do not sway. Because My soul is
Hard
    Like my muscles, like my heart, like the place where I was born. It
is...              funny actually. I wasn't born in a hospital; I was born on the way.

I
Was
Born
Moving
Forward.
  and I refuse to move back. Because *
*I am not afraid.
It's been a rough week.
Now
I
     see
passion, where there was apathy
playfulness, where there was tragedy
beauty, where there was ugliness
pacification, where there was strife
acceptance, where there was rejection
strength, where there was weakness
elation, where there was sorrow
certainty, where there was doubt
honesty, where there was guile
devotion, where there was neglect
comfort, where there was suffering
peace, where there was bitterness
laughter, where there was despair
affection, where there was resentment
healing, where there was brokeness
pleasure, where there was pain
light, where there was darkness
and *most
           importantly

YOU*, where there was emptiness
A work in progress. Likes, shares, comments (positive and contructive criticism) always appreciated.
Bianca J Cortez Aug 2014
Hate me
Hate me all you want
But still
Under no circumstance
Do I choose to be a victim
You always have the choice to be, to live, to create something better.
Bianca J Cortez Jun 2014
Have you ever seen the sun rise
After a big fat buffalo's stampede
Have you ever seen the sun rise
On a big fat salt lake in the West

Have you ever seen the moon shine
In unison like the stars in heaven
Have you ever seen the clouds darken
At a speed unmatched by light

Have you ever seen the loving eyes
Of someone who'd do anything for you
Have you ever seen the love
People are so eager to give

Have you ever stood still
To unbind yourself from the biases put before you
Have you ever stood still
To realize that you are so incredibly small

Have you ever stood still
That every big person started out small, too
Have you ever stood still
To love all the details

Have you ever stood still
To see the beauty all around you
Have you ever stood still
That you are loved
So when you complain, remind yourself that life is omniscient and you are but a traveler passing through.

Your chances of being happy and successful depend solely on you. Not on society, your parents, your friends or your peers. Just you. That must feel like an awful lot of pressure, but you know what? Take it easy. As long as you do what you love and you love what you do, you'll get there in your own special way. Just be yourself :)

Everyone has a different path; everyone grew up to a variety of differing perspectives. Don't be stopped by your surroundings; and don't be stopped by yourself. If you're afraid, face it...step by step. As I always say: "Baby steps...you'll get there".

Don't give up hope.

You're unmatched.
You're unprecedented.
You're irreplaceable.

Now, you better believe it!

— The End —