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Growing up, I've learned from both my abuelas experiences
that you should never let a man define you
you do not need his pity gestures in order to feel good about yourself
and most of all you don't need to open your legs in order
to be considered a "woman"
or in order to seek their fulfillment before yours
you do not need a man who does not encourage your growth and beauty
how dare him, how dare him reflect his insecurities on you
this is like telling a flower to stop growing because growing makes them
beautiful and eventually others will want to pick at them
but you see growing is what makes a flower such as ourselves bloom into something we all aspire
we crave to be like other girls
with tiny waists,big butts,clear skin and so on
the same way others crave to be us
we spend so much time picking at every insecurity that
we waste tons on beauty products
so that we can get rid of the age wrinkles, the acne scarring, makeup to cover
up the flaws we behold
all because that's how society wants it
we are all beautiful
we don't need these false advertisements
that makes us believe that getting them will make us "beautiful"
when we already are
we have to learn to embrace our ancestors genes
prove to them we will nurture ourselves into becoming what they couldn't
back then women were slaves to their husbands
self love did not exist for them
so you see, do not ever think you are not worthy enough
you are intelligent
you are brave
you are strong
and you are beautiful
so its time to turn all your insecurities into seeds and grow them
every flower blooming at its own time
encourage all the women around you
we might have all been born in different wombs but at the end of it we are all
sisters
so imagine a world where we work together and bring all each other up wouldn't that be great?
a world where there's no competition
between women
no comparison
just love
She wore a flag on top of her head.
It said, “I am me!”
She was new in town, but not shy.
We watched her whizz past.
She waved wildly at all of us.
She blew us kisses.
Some of us blew kisses back.
One of us laughed.
She laughed too.
“Be you!” she screamed as her convertible went around the square.
She passed us six more times.
Showing off flags she had especially created.
The purple one said, “Live in excitement!”
The red one said, “Be your best you!”
The pink one said “Love yourself!
I did not see what the black one said.
Because it was white letters on a dark background.
I hope she comes around again, I told the rest of the town.
“I think she might,” an old timer said.
Apparently he had run into this kind of confidence before.
I see some moose running down the street with antlers sticking out like guns, bursting through the crowd sending people on the run and scavengers flying around the sky landing on power lines beating drums in the town.
Big moose little moose scale high walls knocking down metal barriers, poking the people in their gut with their metal antlers. They smash their faces on the wall and dragging their bodies around in the street and I lamented with grief.
Chaos erupts in the town and people began to run up and down, with bags and pans, dishes and fishes and scorpion legs saturated in their head. Screaming and shouting resonated from the sky and the little moose bid the angels goodbye, the eagle was just on time to take the launcher for a ride.
The moose rampage continues in the town and everything fell to the ground, trucks and buses holding hands and motor cycle skidding on dry ice they slammed into each other crashing down the slopes somersaulting in their water-less boat.
I watched with anxiety as the moose destruction draws near, they kept running around the town plunging into bars, cook shops and kitchen restaurant, leaving its owners in despair.
Everyone ran around looking for a place to hide as the moose antlers stuck in their sides, there was just nowhere to hide; destiny flew high in the sky and moose blaze through the town.
The villagers came on the scene armed with machine guns and assault weapon, firing and shouting, from, right left and center. Bodies fell to the ground like flies filling the gutter with blood and no one could escape this terrible age.
They shot the running moose dead and it bled and bled. Moose lying dead next to man searching for the future in the golden sand. No one was left to tell the tales of how the running moose rampage ends, and so destiny fulfills its purpose in the town, and the big screen fell flat on the ground and destiny sank deep inside the ground.
Everything was still and not a sound could be heard and so I crossed peacefully over on the other side and bid the town and its dead goodbye.
It's the reality of the times we're living in...
that no child believes in fairy tales except for Lyn
who didn't grow up too fast in the age of technology;
perhaps she and the Baby Boomers still seek that Fairy.
On the outskirts of town, there was a lovely pond
where Lynn met the beautiful Fairy towards dusk
when the bright sun rays mixed with her glowing dust...
until it turned into thousands butterflies that flew around!
One early evening the beautiful Fairy didn't come and Lynn thought she was sick,
and was about to leave the bench holding back her the flow of tears...
when suddenly she appeared over the pond in her stunning blue dress made of silk,
" Turn around, child..I have a few minutes left to listen to your dreams! "
" I'm glad that you came, Fairy...I told other children about your magical powers,
but they don't believe in them because they read them in those fairy tales! "
Lynn replied with a sad glow in her pretty eyes. " If only one believes them,
I grant them all their wishes....don't you still believe in the magic I perform? "
Lyn glanced at her and whispered as if she had little confidence in her friends,
" I certainly do, Fairy and I'll try to convince them..will they make fun of me? "
But the fairy boosted her confidence by speaking positive, confident words,
" Tell them that seeing is believing and they will come! They must believe in me! "
Wondering;
Wanting something right;
In my life;
Totally corresponding to the rites;
Those rights of surviving in this vast universe;
Going,
Going on;
Going on and on misty lights;
Wonders of culturally enticed;
Where are the heavenly's;
God has promised me;
Where are the birds inflight;
What about visions of marvelous;
Available for all of us;
Every word needs a friend;
So I placed a pen in hand;
As I place these words on paper, while sitting on the porch engaging;
All early morning sights
Gonna see every thing all right;
it's alright as I ponder..
In awe God's awesome
Sunlight wonder. . .
Going to see the light
Brilliant brights seeing heavenly lights;
Sun light wonder, as I gaze across the skies;
Glorious wonders as I spy God walking in the clouds;
Sun light wonders bright in skies;
Still I'm wondering, wanting something right, in my life;
Totally corresponding to the sites;
The hills, the valley's beneath my feet;
The woodland small animals eating off the ground natures treats;
And I am going on, going on in the mists of the lights;
The lights that shine so ever bright(ly)
And I must go on, go on till I, see the face of my God. . .
Where are the heavens?
Where are the birds inflight?
What about visions of marvelous marvels, (oh my)
my, my, my. . .
brilliant bright seeing heavenly lights;
Sun light wonder, as I gaze across the skies;
Glorious wonders as I spy God walking in the clouds;
Sun light wonders bright in skies;
Sun lit wonder standing on the clouds;
Gonna see everything all right;
it's alright as I ponder..
In awe God awesome;
Sunlight wonder
Questing all my thoughts;
By passing my inner self;
All I have left;
Is to give up the breath;
Where are the heavens, in my life?
Where are all those birds that are inflight?
What about those visions of birdy's flying above me?
Glorious wonder as I now see God walking before me;
And what of all this beauty, then I must finally be;
I am in sun lite wonder and it's in me;
(From the forthcoming God's Children Writes Words, New Poems New Friends) 2010c
A true Leader lives forever
Don't tell me
You don't see the legacies of the past
Cos surely that is the only
Eternity for a good leader
After he or she is gone six feet
I wonder whose legacy
Inspire us in this generation
I wonder on whose ideology
Lies our true hope of survival
In this troublesome world of ours
Despite all odds of shames brutality
Trials and pains
Despite all nemesis portrays
On our yesterdays
Yet is not hard to see that
Ignorance is our common virus
Cos the truth is scary
Only the few knows it
No wonder we keep going round
And round time with out consciousness
A true Leader lives forever
The man whose soul
Are like two edged sword
One part protection
Another part fighting
He never give up
Cos he is not interested
In pleasure
And neither enslaved by
Women
His destiny is attached
to nothing but the truth
Instead of vanity......!!!!
No wonder truly
A true Leader lives forever
Expecially in the heart
Of his people!!!!!!!
I pray to see one again
Cos the ones we know
Are always locked up ......!!!
Despite their good intensions.
Klever and kreative...very loyal, diligent and trained to be a grand and uplifting influence to all ages and acknowledged any kid's strengths and worked on their weaknesses to make them physically potential and successful
Oh, what a legend and brilliant basketball player he was and will be remembered for an eternity with his unconditional support and guidance in sports' entertainment...he tried his best and hardest to be humble, compassionate, jubilant, resilient and zealous towards others and his teammates in the past
Believe and always follow your dreams no matter what obstacles we may face - that's what he portrayed in his life in and out of the court and he inspired many and still inspires many till this day...Kobe Bryant will always be a leader and his marvelous skills and stamina has been well-known for decades - he will continue to give us confidence and determination throughout our lives whenever we are faced with trials of various kinds and whenever we play our favorite sport
Elevating spirit and benevolent brother to everyone around the world; in addition, he gave us opportunities to work as a terrific team and he continues to shine like the basketball courts he used to train on and bounce with pride and vigilance like a basketball, diving into the basket with ardent joy...remember him as an adventurous, ambitious man who has won the hearts of so many people and die-hard fans on Earth - Kobe will always and forever be missed!
YOU WHOM I SURELY LOVE
Colors are the parade
Different shades, of gray
Coal silken blacken wool
Hair that glistens in the moon
Such is as does
You whom I surely love
Moisten eyes tears you shed
Lofty pearls shines in crimson dark
Such a melody salvage lark
My heart and soul bled
Such is as does
You whom I surely love
Purposeful the façade
Music that’s made
I sing to you
Jubilee, I swoon
Can’t hear for the shouts
Bleeding of mine ears
All is abundantly now clear
Colors are the parade
Different shades, of gray
Coal silken blacken wool
Hair that glistens in the moon
Such is as does
It’s you whom I surely love
2/19/25
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Question my pain
I bless the day I was born
Even if I curse the evil I fight
I stand on my star
Cos the days are more violence
The men with intimidation keep keeping up
So oppression never leave the domain
Of the innocent
When they sleep in peace
The crisis from the intoxicated men
Are still much alive among our daily bread
Despite how much fair we play
The journey to freedom still remain a doom
tell me why I have to die
Instead to live my destiny even
With the pains I carry
So when you see me brave
Question my pain
Question my pain
I can't be weak when I need to be strong
This burdens I face can't way me down
I was born to change a curse
So I bleed always
It can't be easy for a survival
Life can't always be fair for the brave
Yet the light I carry break my dark days
There is always a way when I keep moving
Despite the temptations of failure
Life made me a star among my crisis
Cos I buried my pains yesterday
So when you see me brave
Question my pain
The Smart, Bold Bride Who Doesn’t Ask for Permission
Society has a long list of expectations for a bride.
She should be soft, silent, adjustable, and “proper.”
She should behave a certain way, dress a certain way, and live her life within invisible boundaries drawn by others.
But times have changed.
And so has the bride.
Today’s bride can be smart, bold, and fiercely independent. She knows who she is and what she wants. She is not scared of judgment, whispers, or raised eyebrows. She understands that marriage does not mean the end of freedom—it is simply a new chapter of life.
She may smoke when her mind feels heavy.
She may drink passionately while celebrating her victories.
Not because she is careless—but because she owns her choices.
Her habits do not define her character.
Her confidence does.
She respects traditions but refuses to be chained by them. She values family, love, and commitment, yet she does not lose herself to please society. She believes that being a good partner does not require sacrificing individuality.
This bride does not ask for approval.
She does not apologize for being real.
She does not pretend to fit into a mold that was never made for her.
She is educated, emotionally aware, and mentally strong. She understands boundaries, consent, equality, and self-worth. She knows that a woman can be graceful and rebellious, loving and bold, soft and powerful—at the same time.
Let society talk.
Let labels fly.
Because a smart, bold bride knows one truth:
Living authentically is far more important than living acceptably.
She is not here to impress the world.
She is here to live—fully, freely, and fearlessly.