Freedom Dance

I am done with having my heart struck. Like a guitar string until it breaks. And this environment being filtered with toxicity. Can I drink my tea without, having venom floating inside. And having more positive feeling,instead of being scared...how you sit and proceed me is, only the image of yourself. And for many years, I have witness a pattern also similar, to someone we all know. But, you wanted to make this person character bad. So, you can fulfill your dirty little scheme, Your evilness is easily seen. And its not only through my eyes, who can this. Like they always say: Karma is a B***h, just like a poisonous snake. And I will continue to fight my battles...I won't settle for weakness. And just in case you did not know, my "Freedom Of Speech". So, I will begin building my boundaries, to keep all of Satan spells away from me---I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ. Jesus I will only raise to your orders---I am a child of our father, God. The Devil shall be bury deep underneath, our feet as we dance to this masquerade because I am free. Poetry Corner: I can not take ownership of this picture. But, these are my words.

Scream

Sometimes I want to run and hide--- from the daily struggles that I live with. It's like a no-win situation, and for some, it becomes a verbal war. God, I pray to just build me up and open their eyes wider because they don't really know, how it feels to be me. The beginning of my life could have been hell. But, through the grace of you, God, I am alive and proud. But, it hurts knowing that, I have a challenge that is unbearable at times. But, others don't see it, and it becomes quite frustrating to speak. Especially, around those who really know me. And sometimes I wish they could step out, and try to walk a day in my shoes. But, it's nearly impossible for them to grasp. So, why do I even need to speak, if my communication becomes complicated to them... I need to be heard. Therefore, I struggle with communicating, and I do my best to understand. But, don't get mad at me, when I can not respond to your conversation... you have used words out of my vocabulary. So, that makes your conversation, extremely difficult for me to reply to. Therefore, please don't lose your patience with me, I just need a much clearer understanding. So, please don't scream at me!!!

 Poetry Corner This poem is about me and, my life living with an invisible disability. Yes, I have difficulties with speaking at times. And it becomes extremely frustrating...the words don't come outright.


 Note: These are my words. But, I can not take credit for this picture.

Words Of Power

How can I see the world behind these closed doors, and the sound of traffic that rush through constantly, I can not see the world--- no matter what, I can not have a life. I cry me a river and, now it only builds up my self-esteem. But, each time I continue to walk down that road, there goes entity of stagnant, keeping me inside because it wants to stunt my growth. I am done with this pain you constantly keep inflicting on me, I can't breathe without a constant scratch on my back, nor walk with pleasure, with mother nature beside me. It's really a game of tug-a-war, and I am tired of playing. But, I will not remain in solitary confinement just to make someone else soul happy. You may not like my path because you choose not to see it. But, God has given me the power to walk, and I will take full advantage of it. So, I can see my destiny through. Therefore, stagnant you can let go of me because I am walking static-free. 

 Poetry Corner: I can not take credit for this photo. But, these words are mines.

Bruise

There are no rainbows in the sky, and that always brings tears to my eyes ---Its a hard-knock life for me! Living and breathing with a invisible disability that no one can see, unless they are behind these door working with me. Even though I walk through the valley of shadow of death, I over came the devils obstacles, and will continue to push right through the rest. I had held onto my story for way to long, feeling like if I were to finally speak, the world would turn against me. I truly was not born this way. Like most people might think. This story is quite painful and, I hope there someone who can, step out for a second or two, just to walk a day in my shoes. And not try to compete with me. Like, what I am dealing with each day is clearly no game. I am trying to live my life without strings attached. But, its very hard and I will continue, until that final cord snaps... I am done with getting bruised, and it's time for these bruise to heal. So, I can become much stronger. Work cited page Its a hard-knock life - Musical Annie Psalm 23.4 Poetry Corner I can take credit for these words. But, I can not take credit for these photos Image may contain: one or more people No automatic alt text available.

Daddy lil girl

In the morning, I cut back tears, while my heart begins to heal from this distant pain. Sometimes I sit down in silence wondering, if you are thinking about me--- I know I'm thinking of you. I have spent so many years without you by my side. Especially, when I truly needed you the most, all I could do is, break down and cry. But, you were never there to wipe away my heartachingly tears which I had shed. And all I had to look back on was photographic memories that bring heartachingly tears. Now, my heart is left with a permanent scar. I had a dream, just like Martin Luther King once had. But, my dream is quite different, and I know that, I will progress in this dream journey. And I won't waste another second, allowing my heart to hold onto this pain...this pain can leave a mental effect on your soul. And I don't understand why someone so cold-heartedly would inflict pain upon a young child's soul...that child's soul is nothing to be tempered with. And a parent should cherish their child's desire, and not keep a child away, so they can be gleeful, being with that child. Daddy lil girl, will walk down many aisles, in her journey through life. And her heart will be filled with joy, knowing when she spots her father, her heart shall be full again, knowing that she is ready to wrap up all this pain. Daddy if you are out there, as the voice of a young girl speaks, she no longer wants her heart to be drenched with pain, she wants her father to console her, letting her know everything will be okay... it's time for her soul to heal. So, the next time daddy's lil girl cries, it will be tears of joy. 

 Poetry Corner: These words I can take credit for. But, this picture I can not. Image may contain: one or more people