I get most of my clothes from
hand-me-downs or thrift stores.

So what?

What if I like being unique?

We love a good introspection.
A lot of thinking-outside-the-box
a dash of sponaneity with a pinch
of romance.
A lot of pondering, wandering
wondering and pandering.
We crave intimacy and to woo we say,

"Look at my poetry."

Our minds are wired differently.
We tend to see things not as they are
but what they can be.
We are silently affectionate but rarely
spout off our poems in public.
We love deeply, fall hard and
live out our lives according to our
composition books.

Stop thinking that you are too much
this or that
too ugly or too fat
because you are worth
much more
than a number.

No jean size, person or society
can dictate how you live your life.
No failure or mistake can ever
define you.

You are only defined by your character.

No duct tape, rope or burlap sack
will ever silence you.
Go out there and say what you feel
because people will appreciate you.
Those that gag you gag themselves
with your lost breaths.
We have the amendment of free speech
so why not use it?
Our society is so worried about swear words that they are not getting the
big picture.
What we need is change and the only way that will happen is if we
*speak up.

The place where I belonged,
It slipped out of my grasp.
My soul was lost in my desire for redemption,
Wanting the torment to diminish.

Repetitive words that break my soul,
Defeat the warrior rising within me.
I couldn't prevent my fall,
As I hit rock bottom.

My hand grasped at the world,
Yet my heart was bound in chains.
The burden I carried weighed heavily on my shoulders,
I hid my image behind a mask.

I sought to erase myself from existence,
My weary bones ached with fatigue.
Yet the day I caught a glimpse of the sun,
I held onto her ray of hope.