Don't look at life
through starry-eyes
it's not a fairy-tale
you'll wake up to realise-

neither is it
the dream you desire
set your feet right
on earth-  let your fancy expire--

love and beauty how they sparkle!
Know this: they will wane and fall to sleep
all that's experienced is illusory
which memory will find very hard to keep-

trust not the fine-tuned words
of the poets---they are half-asleep :
let's not look at life through starry-eyes
reality is harsh and truly cuts deep

We are born and we eventually die
We are not immortal
Unless we find that portal
Stay with me

Sadly we lose
Those of whom we love
Unless we find that portal
Stay with me

Everyone will eventually die
We have to face this fact
Unless we find that portal
Stay with me!

She dyed her hair pink & green.
Most people want her not to be heard or seen.
A girl too ignored to be a normal teen.
A syringe has collapsed the
creativity in her soul.
Everyone criticizes this rebel Queen.
Yet they all wonder why she can't behave.
They don't see her trying to be brave.
The taunting has made tradition seem foolish.

She shouldn't find peace in cutting.
God needs to heal the scars in her soul.
Everyone should pray for her and not
give her sour advice.
People give her warm stares that turn into ice.
This could freeze her dreams.
She stands in blue jeans with ripped up seams.
Hardships muffle her screams.
An Orphan needs a home without
moving boards or beams.
Everythings make believe in her
mind because no one ever takes the time.


Will God give someone the courage
to look at her ignored heart.
She doesnt want to be on a statistics chart.
Her appearance begs for filial love to start.
Change her but don't tear her apart.
Her creativity shouldn't be choked
like kudzu in a flower garden.
Tattooing is her preferred art.
She needs to learn to use it
in other ways besides tearing
out the car breaks.
Love turns into tragedy because
everyone leaves.


Shes been ignored.
Her feelings have been stored.
Tears have not been answered.
Smiles are forced.
Permanent homes are highly priced.
God needs to change their hearts.
Please don't judge her
by the rebal Facade.
Someday she will be loved because
theres more to her than just pink and
green dye.

In life we chose what road we want to take
Life is how and what you make
There are some pains and then the ache
You can eat and have your cake
And even if you have to fake
Your feeling for another’s sake
Life is your choosing make no mistake!