Born on a small island jewel of Earth
No trumpets or drums to herald my birth
But warm brown hands ushered me in with care
Sustain, guided and taught me year after year
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
Playing dandy shandy
Eating too much candy
Running barefoot in the rain
A mahogany doll with brown eyes that held no pain
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
Working nine to five to pay the bills
Slaving past exhaustion and even my will
Fun, games, parties, and a date
Always hoping to find a true mate
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
A child I hope one day to see
For my brown hands to nurture tenderly
Completing that circle of child and me
There stand that man I dreamed would be
The seasons, the days continue to change
School, bills, work, the range
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
The Rush of Life
Staring at the silvery waters
makes me stop an ponder,
“Shall I walk through or atop?”
though a strange thing to wonder.
These shimmery waters
shine as with their own light;
the rippling current hitting rocks
as they stay to put up a fight.
The beauty of water
is an awesome thing to see…
the light bounces off and also
stays in, never to be free.
As the current strengthens,
and the rain rolls in,
the beautiful waters rush,
and it appears I’m staring at sin.
The waters beckon and call
to those of us without:
“Come within me and stay!”
the waters seem to shout.
The restless waters call to me
never to let me be.
They summon me and wave
as far as the eye can see.
I fear to look away,
and miss this wondrous sight…
as the waters push and pull,
I eventually lose the fight.
A peaceful body floats along,
seeming to be one
with these sparkling waters
beneath the rising sun.
Pressed deep into the corner,
arms crossed over her chest,
nonchalantly glaring at some,
and ignoring all the rest.
Staring with untrustful eyes,
constantly fearing change.
The hateful looks coming from her
freeze everyone within range.
It’s not exactly fear,
Just unwillingness to trust.
Each person that come near
can feel her mental thrust.
She pushes them away
and stands back for the show…
how well she knows each one of them,
no one will ever know.
She’s a passenger in life-
paying-no free rides for her.
She works hard at her own business,
and problems that occur.
She worries for no other,
for their lives are their own.
Into her protective shell,
over the years, she has grown.
Maybe one day someone’ll make it:
get past her steel shields…
yet when she feels someone close,
she immediately yields.
This lifelong faring passenger
will never coast through life.
She’s destined for problems,
pain, heartache, and strife.
Every day passes by
as she bars away the world,
and I wait so impatiently
for someone to save this girl…
.
Independent Me
Born on a small island jewel of Earth
No trumpets or drums to herald my birth
But warm brown hands ushered me in with care
Sustain, guided and taught me year after year
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
Playing dandy shandy
Eating too much candy
Running barefoot in the rain
A mahogany doll with brown eyes that held no pain
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
Working nine to five to pay the bills
Slaving past exhaustion and even my will
Fun, games, parties, and a date
Always hoping to find a true mate
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
A child I hope one day to see
For my brown hands to nurture tenderly
Completing that circle of child and me
There stand that man I dreamed would be
The seasons, the days continue to change
School, bills, work, the range
I look in the mirror and what do I see
The child that was woman to be
Inspired by a hard working mom
And the island I’m from
I strive to walk independently
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The Rush of Life
Staring at the silvery waters
makes me stop an ponder,
“Shall I walk through or atop?”
though a strange thing to wonder.
These shimmery waters
shine as with their own light;
the rippling current hitting rocks
as they stay to put up a fight.
The beauty of water
is an awesome thing to see…
the light bounces off and also
stays in, never to be free.
As the current strengthens,
and the rain rolls in,
the beautiful waters rush,
and it appears I’m staring at sin.
The waters beckon and call
to those of us without:
“Come within me and stay!”
the waters seem to shout.
The restless waters call to me
never to let me be.
They summon me and wave
as far as the eye can see.
I fear to look away,
and miss this wondrous sight…
as the waters push and pull,
I eventually lose the fight.
A peaceful body floats along,
seeming to be one
with these sparkling waters
beneath the rising sun.
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Daily Fares
Pressed deep into the corner,
arms crossed over her chest,
nonchalantly glaring at some,
and ignoring all the rest.
Staring with untrustful eyes,
constantly fearing change.
The hateful looks coming from her
freeze everyone within range.
It’s not exactly fear,
Just unwillingness to trust.
Each person that come near
can feel her mental thrust.
She pushes them away
and stands back for the show…
how well she knows each one of them,
no one will ever know.
She’s a passenger in life-
paying-no free rides for her.
She works hard at her own business,
and problems that occur.
She worries for no other,
for their lives are their own.
Into her protective shell,
over the years, she has grown.
Maybe one day someone’ll make it:
get past her steel shields…
yet when she feels someone close,
she immediately yields.
This lifelong faring passenger
will never coast through life.
She’s destined for problems,
pain, heartache, and strife.
Every day passes by
as she bars away the world,
and I wait so impatiently
for someone to save this girl…
.
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Never
Silence broken…
I’ll feel the pain no more.
Spirit broken…
I will heal my wounds.
Bruises, lies, and pain…
that’s what I was given.
The strength to go on…
that’s what I learned.
Never again will your hell envelop me.
Never again will you control me.
Never again will that fear run through my veins.
Silence broken…
I’ll feel the pain no more.
Spirit broken…
I will heal my wounds.
Tears, fears, and years…
that’s what I had given.
I can be on my own…
that’s what you learned.
I am not weak, for you made me strong.
I am not afraid, for no longer are you a threat.
I am not a puppet, for I have cut the strings.
Silence broken…
I’ll feel the pain no more.
Spirit broken…
I will heal my wounds.
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