A Woman’s Pride

Make up your mind and follow.

Patch up the wound and let the memory of him flow.

Out of your head and into the wind.

Let the memory flow swiftly through the forest which echoes.

Find happiness through the branches which grows.

Strong woman you are; never let a man say that you aren’t.

The whole world will know your beauty one day.

Don’t let his sinful mouth bring you down.

You will be defeated and he will wear his crown.

Beat the highest mountain you can find and fly.

Away from the misery which was kept behind these thick walls.

Leaves you shameless and defeated.

It wasn’t you that needed; it’s him that needed.

Last time you pleaded.

You apologize for the times he had treated.

You badly and still you were addicted to staying.

What I am saying is…

Follow your brain as well as your heart.

Or your pride will fall apart.

Labeled Abusers

He took her breath away with one little song.
He compelled her to love his beautiful written song.
Taking her hand in a moonlight dance.
Making her feel like she was staring out of Mt. Everest in one single glance.
Her feelings for him became love at first sight.
As he took her home to end the night.

Years go by and the honeymoon phase became deadly.
All of a sudden their relationship became unsteady.
Her hands were covered over her ears as he was yelling.
Couldn`t hear a word he was saying.
Crying these sad sobs and wondered what she did wrong.
To make the love of her life scream this vicious song.
He feels he is in control.
As he slaps her on the cheeks; her heart took it`s toll.

The first phase of the beating was over.
To know he had more control over her.
The anger shot up to a stifling degree.
She bends down to her knees to plead.
He sees her helpless and it makes him feel like a king.
As he kicked her in the stomach, he had felt he had everything.
Sickening mind he possessed as he sees heaving through his chest.
He sees his girl laying down helpless.
He holds her in his arms of rage in the darkness.
Please help her get out of his arms of evilness.

Months go by and she can`t help but think.
Can she get out of here before she will be under God`s wings.
She looks through the mirror which sits still in the bathroom.
And she could still see bruises on her face of beauty.
Her face never glowed once and she knew this was a sad reality.
She packs her bags and leaves a man who is labeled an abuser.
She runs directly to the cops; so what if he labels her an accuser.
He will be forever labeled an abuser as the cops lock him away as a prisoner.
Justice will be served on platter labeled abuser.

Barbie Dolls

The glam and the high life gets  in their heads.

Perfection in the tabloids poeple have read.

Fatty wants to be skinny.

Flipping through glossy magazines makes her happy.

Purging whats left in her tummy will make her look pretty.

Images of perfection are like barbie dolls.

With 5 inch heels to stand so tall.

Standing with their Ken with shimmering white teeth.

Press commenting on how glamorous their ride looks on the street.

Somehow the glam life got to her head and wanted to look like barbie.

But she doesn`t know that barbie had plastic surgery.

So she begins to purge out her dinner.

Because she wanted to look thinner.

In the distance; the sirens become louder.

In the end, the glam life becomes the winner.

Daddy’s Little Girl

The little girl stares out of the window….
Her bedroom was a place where she can dream in colors….
As her parents argue in the background, she covers her ears, because of the sound….
Troubled girl, how young she might be…
Her smile shines so brightly….
Her behavior exudes much confidence…
In her days that was well spent….

Everyday goes by and she still hears yelling…
As her mother slaps her father’s face, that was her true calling….
She yells “stop!” but her voice was too deafening….
The words in her mouth, the parents did not dare to listen….
Tears forming in her eyes as they were covered….
She knew her father would go to his new lover….
She pleads “daddy don’t go!” as she grips his legs and fell to the floor…
He kisses her forehead and tells her she will always be daddy’s little girl……
After, he grabs his suitcase and closes the frontdoor…
Her tears become an ocean of water beneath her and she felt her heart tore….
Her glistening eyes turned to the window and realize that daddys not with her anymore….
The sound of her mother crying….
Felt like she was dying….
Although it pains her to know her daddy left; the sympathy towards her mother crept..
Eyes so innocent sneaked into the bedroom…
Walked to her mother with posture so gloom.. .
Her little hands around her mother’s waist
Made her feel warm and safe
She could smell her mothers scent…
As her mother wiped tears away while her head was bent….
“Oh how I wish she could notice me”
She thought as she laid her head on her mother’s knee….

Change is Going to Come

The lakes and streams holds eyes of hopeful dreams.
The seas and oceans enters families in needs.
Two legs sore from the strenuous swimming to get to the land of the free.
Syrians flee from the land of blood cries.
Due to the raging fight.
Their homeland is being destroyed by the hands of Isis.
Isis! The violent group of men that releases tensions of violence.
Thinking that they are doing the righteous things.
Three little kids drown because of their wrong doing.
Now, they are still scared of losing.
The victory is being longed for.
Hearts of families begin to tore.
As they lift their own child’s body to the morgue.
Oh glorious heavens! Keep the children safe in your lovely bounty.
Died so young because of this monstrosity.
Keep the children in the arms of your godly figure.
The riots of Isis is what remains.
The pool of blood represents the pain.
But change is going to come.
The violence will no longer roam.
Children will be free to skip rocks in the ponds rather than swim for their life in the ocean.
I wish there was a potion I could pour on the grounds of violence to release the peace.
But the children still suffers from nothing to eat.
“Do you have a piece of bread I can have momma?” The child ask his mother.
She looks to her child and tells him to hold the grumble in his tummy.
Unfortunately, this is the world of realities.
But change is going to come slowly.
So hold the grumble in that tummy of yours, young child, the change will come to diminish the world so wild.

The Future

The future is going to be a bittersweet moment I will be devouring.
It’s time to climb the highest tower.
To complete my ultimate desires.
To recover from the past.
To have a present that had dashed.
The future is in my hands.
Open up the envelope that reveals my fate.
Reveal the future that I will taste.
Oh! How I wanted to taste this good fate for so long.
It tingles with sweetness and glistens with happiness in the mouth which I am allowed to speak.
The feet that was provided for me to climb the highest peak.
The hands had been flourished from the chances I didn’t seek.
The future I hold in the hands that are now flourished.
Will allow me to get away from the emotional damage.
Past and present is an obstacle for the future.
A future that I know is coming for sure.
Untie these hands of mine and let it wander on this blank paper.
This paper will make my future happier.
The words will speak in a friendly voice.
To the public who is hoping for a choice.
I will carefully stroke my future with gentle and careful thoughts
No matter how much pain it will cost.
No matter how many friends will be lost.
The future is here to stay.
The past will be left in the back of my mind to decay.

Faded Love

Last time I was infatuated by you….
I didn’t know I wasn’t part of your new rules…
Completely blinded by your charm….
Made me think you wouldn’t do no harm…
I was once missing your essence….
Now I realize you weren’t lovin’ it…
A complete idiot I was…
And too young to love…
Signs that were ignored showed he didn’t care…
The thing was, when he breathes, I wanted to breathe his air…
When he cried, I wanted to wipe them away…
And when I need him….
Where is he today?
The years I spent having these spiraled thoughts of him in the battlefield, expressed that I was worried about his safety…
Why does he treat me so badly?
Faded love was all that had stood…
All that time I was thinking he was good… but he was no good…
Treated me like dirt when I thought he treated me like a queen..
Contemplating If I could see the unseen….
Stood up for him when my family was so mean….
Every love song I sang was just a speck of dust on an open ground…
Now when I hear the songs, I hear no sound….
I didn’t believe anybody’s word but mine…
Just because I fell for the wrong guy….
Even when my girls had thrown signs…
Every truth in his mind converted to a total lie…
Every petal of a fragrant red rose drops into the open sea….
And I exhaled a big sigh of relief….
Faded love, that’s all it could be….

Hopelessness

Words that was unspoken….
The heart that was always broken….
Tears that haven’t yet dried….
Sentences that she never typed…..
Lonely heart in a hollow space….
She knew she would never win the race….
She breathed fresh air as the wind flowed swiftly through her hair….
There should be happiness in her life…
But hopelessness was like a back being stabbed with a knife…

Whispers in her ears from the devil from afar…
Said, “don’t speak because it’ll leave a scar”.
The point of no return had welcomed her….
The signals of giving up; was coming for sure…
She felt hopelessness had trampled along….
Its too late to move on….
In too deep, her life was….
Didn’t tell anybody, with the fear of thinking they will judge….
Beyond the stars; these people flew…
She was not the rest, that’s all she knew….
The happiness melted through them like butter….
The darkness hovered over her like no other….
Her feet on the ground; with no sound

All she wanted was happiness but all she could see was hopelessness….. Staring in the distance, waiting for the feeling… Let the happiness seek through her skin and heal her completely

Forget All About it

Shake off that chip on that shoulder that was once there.
Shake it off like you dont care.
The comments on the internet.
It is so mean that you cannot bare to see it; please forget about it.
Look up to the morning sun and feel the light that makes you alive.
People from the world of hatred burns you to the ground.
You leave your smile without a sound.
With dreams of being an artist.
Drawing on your walls is the only way you can go through all of this hardship.
The society you think is so cruel.
Gives the people the right to access technology that makes you so uncool.
Abandoned by friends due to the term cyberbulling.
Every word is like a boxer was punching.
Punching the face of beauty.
Punching the heart that gives love.
All eyes stare straight towards you on the computer screen with those jealous eyes.
Just cause boys of intelligence wants a piece of your pie.
Forget all about young beauty.
Do not end your life so soon.
Your paintings will one day shine brightly.
Label your painting a masterpiece in a New York gallery.
Don’t let those comments lead your mind to be of the loon.

The Changed Man

Zero dollars in his pocket.
Robbing the innocence was not his intention.
He was a man that had everything.
Family, friends, and a great career.
The career was marketing.
Dow jones crashed; now he has to give up a job he loves so dear.
The midnight train passes by him as he stands on the side of the tracks.
Contemplating stepping over the the tracks in a sec.
Thinking about the life he will be living.
The hands that god gave him lay there on his side.
Slumped down with hopeless emotions; dow jones took his pride.
As he stare at the blank concrete wall in front of him; he caught a glimpse of his loved ones.
Behind them was the light of the sun.
Bright smiles they possessed.
If he demolished his soul in this moment he will feel regret.
Take his life away will cause the heartache of his mother.
It will cause the tears of his father.
It will crush the lives of his brothers and sisters.
The wind from the train wooshing past his face made him realize the mistake.
He turned to the crowd and faded into the distance.
Seeking help to try to fight this.
The urge of ending his life he cannot ignore.
The hunger in his stomach calls out for more.
The heart that lies in his chest will tore.
But the life he has, he will have to endure.
Find hope in himself will be his fate.
He will see his peace in a zen state.
For he has the gift to recreate.
The life that had been burned into the ground.
He will replenish it by meditating without a sound.
The new born monk has risen from his body.
A way to find his inner peace.
Prevent his thoughts from doing something shady.
Now his journey is to find goodness that he could teach.