A Love Story

 

Woman Work

Woman Work

I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I've got shirts to press The tots to dress The can to be cut I gotta clean up this hut Then see about the sick And the cotton to pick. Shine on me, sunshine Rain on me, rain Fall softly, dewdrops And cool my brow again. Storm, blow me from here With your fiercest wind Let me float across the sky 'Til I can rest again. Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight. Sun, rain, curving sky Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone Star shine, moon glow You're all that I can call my own. ©Maya Angelou

My Dream Home

Me, Myself and I...Part I

All my life, I have been scared, of being me, 

I have been worried that people don't like what they see

when they look straight through what i pretend to be

Controlled deep down and bounded to never be free 

I starved myself because I wanted to be perfect,

I wore no makeup to hide my insecurity,

I used to keep to myself because I was scared,

I talked to guys more because girls hated me, 

As I watched my own life pass me by,

Like a passenger, watched the scenery blur away,

created everyday by a committee in my head,

 through the choices I made, based on nothing that I wanted. 

My life came with instruction manual

Name me a time, a day, a second, 

I know what I am supposed to be doing, 

I went through the motions, feeling trapped. 

I mentally killed myself a hundred times, 

I wanted out, out of this body, this framed destiny, 

every moment was pre-ordained, without my approval, 

my consent was in the people driving me. 

I couldn't see them, touch them or feel them, 

but I could hear them loudly every time I took a turn,

every time I tried to find out what I wanted, 

who am I and whose life was I living?

Life broke me down, and I had to find a source

 of strength to pull myself up because

 I do not want to regret growing older, 

its a blessing denied from many.

Whose life am I living? everything in life is temporary,
if its good - it will change, if it is bad, it will change. 

Nobody said life would be easy, they promised it would be worth it
This road I am on will hopefully get me to where I want to be.

Dance a Little...everyday

Just Dance!!!!

What is Ugly?

What is ugly?

Not having designer clothes?

Not having your boobs out of your shirt?

or your ass hanging out of your shorts?

or not being able to see your ribs?

having acne?

not wearing makeup?

is that what ugly is?

maybe another word for ugly is "society".

They tell you that by definition ugly is:

 flawed, 

different,

not good enough,

unloved,

disgusting,

annoying,

misunderstood,

fat,

in short: 

Ugly is YOU.

everything-

about you. 

So hey,

stop being unhappy with yourself,

stop trying to be perfect, 

you already are, 

stop listening to them,

the cowards,

if you were meant to be like them, 

you would have been wired that way, 

stop wishing you looked like someone else,

stop hating your body, 

your face, 

your quirks, 

your personality, 

without that, you wouldn't be you. 

why would you want to be them anyway?

me?
 I don't care, 

yes, to them I am ugly, 

but who cares what they think?

I am not listening to them anymore, 

never did anyway, why start now?

my happiness doesn't depend on their acceptance of 

who i should be, 

they don't like me?

that's cool, 

I don't wake up everyday to impress em anyway!!!

i am happy because i love me, 

i love my flaws, they make me human,

my flabby arms, 

my hanging belly, 

my loud mouth, 

my random outbursts, 

i love my imperfections, 

they make me - "me"

and me is pretty amazing.