C'est dans le que je crois! (This is what I believe in!)

Wow that girl is loud.

 

Pardon me. I happen to speak to others with such a passion.

And yes, I have just met them. I discriminate not! It isn't my fashion.

My treatment for all is the same.

So my skin is darker than theirs, there shall be no shame.

I was raised to be respectful and do my best,

because it is written in my herritage, and it is the answer to life's test.

 

At 23, I have pushed away from all of social media.

Heck, I rather read from the encyclopedia.

Knowledge is a sneeky jewel that hides in books and in the minds of those who take the time.

I have chosen to go after this precious jewel, murder this unconcerned effort that lies within.

Is that not the perfect crime?

 

First learning Spanish, then English, and finally through my hunger for languages, French.

I choose to get on the field and play,

rather than sitting on the bench.

Going after new information, like a wild beast does its prey.

My hunger for knowledge, I will feed. I will quench!

As of now I pursue a career in Nutrition,

picking up the crumbs that take me to the house in the woods that is where my career takes place.

I could never be a politician.

Any information pertaining politics, search my brain, there is no trace.

 

Most are surprised with my love for such a combination of music artists such as,

Dean Martin, Patsy Cline, Led Zeppelin, Marvin Gaye, Heart, Pearl Jam, Tupac, Coldplay, and Drake.

But it is the older melodies, I prefer to take.

For some reason I find myself obsessed with an era I never was a part of,

and for me this century, is far off.

 

So what if I can express myself in a British accent.

I can do more, that is but a percent.

My friends say I am the craziest and funniest gal they know.

I guess being me is like putting on a show.

I have fought for years to believe I am who I am, needing to hear it all from others.

My low confidence is to blame, everything THAT evil one whispers, really bothers.

 

Rejecting my reserved place in the concert of society's stereotypes,

I refuse to be defined for my appearance, my physical characteristics are stripes.

Or are the stripes of the American flag but a feast, for our eyes?

While our people release tears, there is always a reason for their cries.

It is easy to judge someone or something by what we see,

but to approach them, understand what we are looking at, that is getting up for the remote to a certian degree.

 

Aside from the lessons given to moi by my parents,

I have created my own personal assignment in life, that is, gain new information to fill the dents.

With my Santa Claus bag full of knowledge, and my heart as big as that of a lion,

I will help those less fortunate, and those who are dyin'.

We have a purpose on earth,

there is no return, we have been brought here through birth.

We all have goals, we wish to accomplish,

but for me it seems I would be taking God's job. I wish!

Only then I could solve the world's problems.

Oh but we can! By spreading the word with our poems.

 

At the end of the day, no matter who we are,

we shall realize, that our particular uniqueness has brought us this far.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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