My will is stronger. Strong as my pulse and as true as the blood coursing through my veins.
Category: Poetry
We are not objects. Ladies are not dolls. We are humans.
But if nobody is born good enough for our standards,
Then maybe all that we’re killing ourselves to achieve,
Is impossible.
Looking at the reflection though, I know that I abandoned myself
Forgetting myself, I decided to let my doll outshine me
Making my doll lovelier than me…
There is more than what meets the eye. Within lies a beauty still unknown.
To fit your fluctuating frame of mind.
What I long to be
A chameleon.
I am stronger than you can handle
Sweeter than you’ll know
Smarter than you’ll ever achieve
Brighter than you’ll conceive
But I am also
Not The One
I taste the beauty in the air, fresh and crisp, pollution-less. The taste of resilience, pulsing through the cracks, within our hearts and within the attacks.
We have come so far,
triumphantly with a rich history,
a vision and excitement for a beautiful tomorrow.
Children laughing at daycares have become muffled cries behind face coverings and signs that say closed for good.