Color me white, or color me black. Color
me brown, or color me red. Color me
yellow, but color me to be just me.
Color me anyway you want. You are the
artist, you know what to do, just capture
my beauty and let it show through.
My beauty is not on the outside for everyone
to see. My beauty comes from within and
few people have seen.
Color me with the colors that you so much
love to use and when people see this painting,
they will see themselves in me.
The people will ask you - why did you put so
many colors on me and you will tell them - because
the beauty I did see.
The painting is now finished, the artist has done
his job. A painting of many colors, that he is very
The colors bring beauty to the painting on the
wall, but if we were all colored blind - we wouldn't
see any colors at all...
Copyright: written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
I wrote this poem because through out life
I have seen a lot of injustice done, because
of who we are , or where we came from. We
did not choose to be who we are, or where
we came from. God chose that for us. I don't
think God made a mistake when He made us.
He had His reasons. We are who we are, that
can never be changed. We live in this world.
We are God's Race...
COCAINE Is Her Name ( Addiction )
COCAINE is her name. They call her COKE for short.
She came into this Country, without a Passport.
Since then - she has made a lot of scum rich. Others
have been murdered and found in a ditch.
She is more valued than diamonds and worth more
than gold. Use her just once and you too - will be sold.
She will make a straight A student forget his books
and a Beauty Queen forget her looks.
She can make a known speaker become a bore. She
can take your Mother and turn her into a Whore. She
can make a Teacher forget how to teach. She will make
a Preacher - not want to preach.
She can take your rent money and you'll be evivted. She
will murder your babies or, they will be born addicted.
She will make you - rob, steal and kill. When you are under
her POWER - you have no will.
Remember my friend - her name is BIG C. If you try her just
once - You may never be free. She has already destroyed
ACTORS, POLITICIANS and many a HERO. She has decreased
bank accounts, from millions to zero. Shooting and killing is
a common affair. Once she's in charge - you are under her
Now that you know - what will you do? I tell you my friend
it's all up to you. The day you decide to sit on her saddle - the
dession is one that no one can STRADDLE. So pay close Attention
and listen well - because if you don't - you can wind up in HELL...
Note: Just hoping to make a difference.
For S.K.A.T."S contest
Proverbs Of Life
If you don't have a purpose in life, then
you don't have a life.
It is not what the world can offer you. It is
what you can offer the world that counts.
If you think nobody loves you, think twice.
Someone loves you very much.
It is not how people can help you that counts.
It's how you can help people that matters.
If you have lost your best friend today, make
a new one tomorrow. It will make a difference.
If your life is not going good for you and you
don't know why. Analyze your life and you will
find some answers.
Don't count the bad times you've had in your
life. Count the blessings you had instead...
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
I Can Not Change
I was born the way I am, I will not change.
Don't ask me to be - what I can not be. Accept
me the way I am.
If you love me - let me be and if you don't
then set me free. I can not change, my love
I give to you freely. From you, I will take only
what you want to give.
If we stay together - I will be true. If you leave
tomorrow, I will be sad, but I won't change for you,
or anyone else...
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
M...Magic is what you have.
O...On the days when you write poems.
R...Remembering happy times, or maybe sad.
N...Never - you have given up.
I...In life you have taken your stand.
N...Nothing will stand in your way.
G...Gifted - you were born.
S...Sing today a happy song.
O...Over the rainbow, you shall be.
N...Negative - don't ever be.
G...God is always with thee...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
C... Christ is being born on Christmas Day.
H...He will bring love and joy to the world.
R...Remember to honor Him this day.
I...Imagine Him in the Manger.
S...So many years ago it happened on a cold day.
T...Today He will bring us blessings.
M...May you open to Him your heart.
A...Always and forever praise Him.
S...Spread His cheer everywhere.
D...Don't stay away from Him.
A...Always worship in His name.
Y...You won't regret it, don't be ashamed.
Written by Lucilla M.Carrillo
For Christmas Joy Contest by Nathan a.
Love Me Amor
Amame - like you never have before.
Amame - y ven a darme tu amor.
Love me and come and give me your love.
Amame amor mio - that I am dying for your
The Executive Story/ poem
There was once a high class executive Lady.
She had a very high paying job and made a
lot of money. She was very rich and hung
out with the rich and famous.
It happened one day while crossing the street
to her job, she got run over by a bus and died.
When she gets to heaven, St. Peter meets her
at the door and asked who she was.
She said I'm Jane the executive. St. Peter nod
his head and said - very few people of your kind
make it here. He then said you have to choose
where you want to spend the rest of eternity, if
it's Heaven or Hell. She said - I'll take Heaven
St. Peter said - It's not that easy. You have to spend
24 hrs. in Hell and than 24 in Heaven, than you decide.
He took her down to Hell and the door open He just told
the main man there - she is here for her 24 hrs. I will be
back tomorrow for her.
The very well dressed man told her, do come in. Jane saw
that it was beautiful in there. It was like a beautiful city.
There were lots of stores, restaurants and night clubs. She
was impressed. She went to a club and there she saw some
of her friends that had passed away before her. They were
happy to see her. They had a great party that night.
Before she knew, her time was up. St. Peter came for her. Now
was her time in Heaven. There She saw a lot of Angels singing
and everything was peaceful. The 24 hrs. were up and St. Peter
ask her if she had make up her mind and what had she chosen.
She said I never thought I would say this, but I choose Hell. He
said - are you sure? She said yes.
This time St. Peter send her down by herself. When she knock on
the door, Satan himself opened up took her hand and dragged her
in. What she saw surprised her. All her friends were dressed in shabby
dirty clothes and it was like the whole city had disappeared and there
was fire everywhere. The people were picking something to eat from
She said - what happened here? Why are my friends dressed like that
Last night everything was so beautiful - we had the best of everything.
Satan - said, last night we were recruiting you. Today you are here for
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: I'm sorry that this is
kind of long, but I hope you
enjoy it. Moral of the story is
what you see is not always
what you get...
Where do I come from? Well we all come
from somewhere. I was born in a small
town, here in in good old U S of A. South
to the border, by the Rio Grand. Mission
Texas is the town's name.
My real parents came from Mexico. My
grandmother, it was said - she came from
Spain. My grandfather was indian. He fought
in the Revolution. Both were on my mother's
On my father's side, never knew too much,
only that the grandmother died kind of
young. The grandfather died years later, but
I never got to know them.
My father left my mom, when I was only three.
He never came back. My mother gave away my
sisters, than later she gave me. She only kept
my brother, maybe she couldn't keep me.
I was raised with a nice lady and her husband.
I learned to call her mom. That title she had
earned and my respect most of all. My parents
that raised me were poor, but made sure I had
something to eat. My mother made my dresses
so that I could go to school.
I learned to read and write and enjoyed school
very much, but I had to quit at fifteen to help my
parents out. Years later I went back and finished
my High School.
I did not go to college , or mastered in any degree.
I am what you might call self taught. For about thirty
years I worked with electronics and did my job well.
I gained respect from my bosses and high top
My parents taught me good values that have helped
me through out life. I am not ashamed of my
origin, of Mexican Heritage I came. I am what you
would call a TEX. MEX. and I live up to my name...
Just a little about myself. Hope
you enjoy it.
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
I came into this place, not knowing what to expect.
I found a lot of nice people in this special part of the
world. I have made a lot of friends. I am sure - from
heaven they were sent.
My new friends I have never seen. Only pictures of
some I have seen. I don't need to see their faces, I
have already seen their hearts.
They are true and understanding. If I need them, they
are there. It is hard to find this kind of friends - you
don't find them everywhere.
So friends - this is a special tribute to each and everyone
of you. If I ever leave this place, I will take you in my heart.
I might make new friends, but I will never forget the old,
because the new ones will be silver, but the old ones will
always be gold...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Just thinking about all the nice people
that I have met here. May god always