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They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
Ok so now that I am here, what do I do? Do I keep going. Do I fly around. Am I sure I am here. Everything is still the same except that, this, and maybe a little bit of that too but I am sure that is normal with life though. So I am searching for the question to the answer of my first question. Yes I am. So now normalities. What is normal? Blue is normal to us under a bright light, green shines better. Which one is real? Choose one. Let us say both. Both is not an option. Let us opt out. Done. Now if we can opt out of the question, why have'nt you?
It seems that only yesterday we were planning your future and promises to be fulfilled in years to come...we started with a baby shower and gifts from everyone. We dreamed of a first birthday, a dream of your first graduation and first dance. A mother and fathers hopes of things yet to come. Now, here we are standing before God, asking him why has he taking our future of a child we had yet gotten to know, yet whom we had already loved. He, answered us with a fathers words of love..."They whom you have loved, yet have never known is never gone, a promise you long to fulfill is always yours to have...as long as you trust in me and know that I have never placed more upon you than your hearts can stand, know that I'm a God of purpose and planning...and all that which I promised will be delivered unto you if you just trust and believe in your hearts and know that my love for you, was formed before you were even placed in the womb. Nothing leaves or enters this world without my permission, sometimes with great anguish, but nothing leaves or enters without a purpose." Keep planning for the future with an unbending love!
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
I have no life. My social status had been destroyed after high school graduation and I've
been depressed since the age of 13. All of my friends have left my life for good. I'm
trying to cope, or better yet, deal with these changes, but I just have mixed feelings
about them. I have no life because I've wasted my time thinking about the past, instead of
looking at the future. Over the years, I've experienced heartbreak, after heartbreak,
after heartbreak. When all of the girls of my dreams have been taken by other guys before
I had a chance to talk to them, I almost lost it. And when I found out that girls my age
had real boyfriends already and/or already married to their husbands with children, I
almost flipped and I cried; like, sobbing; in tears. It's like somebody has stolen someone special from me.
It's also like I matter to no one. And on top of all that, it's like someone took a
butcher knife out of the kitchen, stabbed me right in the abdomen, plunged another butcher
knife right into my chest, and ripped---nay---yanked my heart out; killing me in an
instant. This type of rejection is sad, depressing, and it breaks my heart just thinking
about it. I wish I could go back in time and change everything, but I can't do that.
There's nothing that I can do to change the past; it's already done. This isn't what I had
in mind. Right now, I wish that things were better if I hadn't been rejected one to many
times and I were to walk into someone else's shoes.
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole.
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale.
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.
So now let us converse about this chase
The dreams in life we try to acquire
Have been instilled in you by whose desire
Most of you been taught it’s a race
Coming to the revelation that something is a miss
The heart and mind will either become distraught
No matter to whatever belief you have bought
As always the choice is up to you to dismiss
These words penned will lead to devastation
Now once again I ask all to choose right my friend
Forgiving all the time or continuing to offend
With or without graduation
Take me away, show me a place that's fit for a queen and then maybe ill stay. Lost in
your world, I can feel the pages turning am I under oath because I want you to know that
I would never lie to you. just let me in and I will feel safe locked up in your numbers
constantly rising. Maybe I could pretend and never have to love again if only you would
let the pleasure stay then maybe I would ignore boys forever. No hurting no pain just the
smooth feeling of other people's writing. My secret tree house, my own party and i'm
excited I don't need real friends. When i'm around you it's just you and me making magic.
I never have to feel afraid, I feel what you feel. I just let my memories fade. It's when
I reach the end and shut the book that I finally realize that i'm lonely. I'd do anything
to get the key back into your world. A tear drops down as I say goodbye like " graduation
day" another friend that I have to put on a shelf and never visit again. If we shall meet
in another life time I'll laugh, ill smile, and I will fall in love once again with the
memories of the pages and creases I left in them.