Reflections

A doorway into a different world

See you, the real you

What you see, is what you get

Pimples and all

No mascara nor makeup will change that

Only the truth is what you'll see

Reflections

You can hide them from others,but you can't block the truth from yourself

The harder you try to see someone else

Someone other than who you are

Your reflection grows stronger

Some say eyes are the door to your soul

While the true door is the same object people try to avoid

Reflections

Joy's Word

When my grandmother died

I wanted to die too.

My mother looked at me with pity as I sat there crying.

My grandmother meant everything to me

She was my friend,

She was my teacher,

Not just my grandmother.

In fact, she wasn’t even my grandma,

She was my great-grandmother.

My real one died before her.

I showed up to school shocked and depressed.

Why was I alive

And why wasn’t she?

I keep her stuff near and talk to her every night.

I said her name in class one day and somebody laughed!   

What the heck!?!

Nobody laughed when your dad left,

Nobody laughed when your 15-year-old sister got pregnant,

All serious topics that shouldn’t get laughed at.

She was my grandma,

Not yours so back off!

People say I look ugly,

But who cares

I wasn’t always like that.

No, I’d hide and cry,

I would ask God why?

When should I be asking you why?

I don’t have to be perfect

And you must have forgotten you're not either

So get over yourselves,

Look in the mirror,

Cause I know I am and I’m (McDonald’s song) loving it.

To my grandmother my grandmother,

Who will never see me graduate,

YES, SHE WILL!!

To those kids who hated me,

YES, I WILL!!!

To you all who are just getting to know me,

YOU HAVEN’T SEEN NOTHING YET!!!

I’m like an unfinished book,

No one knows what happens other than God.

Yet you all think you can change that,

Well you can’t

Get over that!

Neither can I

And I stopped trying.

Give up!!!

I won't back down

And I can’t expect you to either.

To all the men in the room listening,

Don't look,

Or fantasize

I’m not an object

I’m a Queen in God’s kingdom

I’m a friend among friends who need friends

I’m a Christian

I’m a daughter

I’m a sister

I’m a writer

I’m a best friend

And no one can or ever will change that.

Thanks for listening

and Maybe from listening

This can change some of the things that have been happening.

When will better days come?

From all the incidents I could have gone through

Fate chose the most painful

My heart, which was once whole

Left battered, bruised, and screamed for mercy

It was never supposed to end this way, Why did it

How can the best three words ever spoke lead to, this

I'm broken into even more pieces than when you found me

Why did you find, when I never knew I needed found

The love I once felt for you is covered and replaced

From all the people I could be in this situation with,

Fate chose you

Why did you have to kill two relationships, with one phrase

Like a dart is thrown a target

“I've found someone else”

I thought we were better than this

But I'm proven otherwise

I thought I knew what love was

The only lesson I've learned is what, Love isn't

You mustn’t give up

Though I feel your lingering presence

And echoes of your voice rings out like, gunshots in, my heart

I won't surrender, I'll fight on

The broken beautiful pieces I've become

Babe when you come, make me whole

My sun has set on love,

But like night is never eternal, I will love again

Write with pride

If you must write, let's not be like pigs

love and hate in an unexpected spot

while round the sing the faithful joyful songs

making them work on the Untamed terrain

if they must right, oh,

let us happily write,

so that is irritating pain may not be there anymore.

In vain than even the writer,

we are stronger

shall be constrained to fight us through aggressively

Though out number, let us show us Mercy

and a thousand soldiers

still be a helping  hand

with so before us lies a peaceful land?

Like men, we will facet hem.treacherous, unruly war

They will press to the wall fighting, but writing beautifully.

Love on a deeper level

Pristine, Perfect
no leftovers for me.
His whole word, within one kiss.
He's like a hard steal,
With a comforting brownie heart.
His luscious, love filled lips,
His love gushes out, like pie filling,
While he writes love poems.
Once cloudy days
turned bright, sunny, heaven-like;
When his lips, touch My ready anxious lips,
when he's around
cheeks longer pail, lifeless
They turn into velvet, luscious roses
When my ears, hear;
His voice, saying my name.
His eyes have captured stares
beyond our own galaxy
Only I can witness
That wonderful experience.

Pick one Heart or Head

It happened so fast.
My heart,
So full of strong emotions,
my head
so jumbled up with confusion.
Either listen to my heart
or my head
Both of them stand for themselves,
and their own pleasures alone
While they're at odds
They leave me with the after-effects of the whirlwinds they cause
I know that I'll continue to be a mess
If I don't pick one.
I could pick my heart,
which pounds and overreacts
when he's around.
The one thing that men and my heart
have in common is
we see the best in people
My heart skips a beat
and I almost faint
cheeks turn red
redder than any red seen by the human eye
I can see our future
it's so close
So bright with possibilities
But so probable to be hurt
At times nothing can stop us
While other times it is us who gets in our ways.

However,
then there's my head
who may be happy for my hear and I
But doesn't want either one of us to get hurt
We must remember our responsibilities
When I seem to disobey my mind
It communicates with my stomach
makes me ill with butterflies
When everything is going "Too Well"
It screams pump your breaks
When we kiss
When I and my heart don't listen,
the and, the relationship doesn't work
My head never allows us to live it down
I'm.umable to ever forget
It's not the first time it'll end like this
My heart,
head and I
Are always at odds
It never ends
It never works out.