My view is clouded
I can’t seem to distinguish
Between reality and a delusion
How I wish my reality was a delusion
My view is clouded
My heart weeps for the past
I am my own rock theses days
I am all I have left
In my weakness I remember
All the lessons of the past
In my clouded view I search for laughter
I search high and low for a glimpse of hope
My view might be hazy
My heart might be broken
But I am my own rock
For better or worse
Reach deep within
Look for the ugliest parts
Face what most turn a blind eye too
Face those insecurities
Turn them around in your palm
Reach deep within
Where the light does not glow
Embrace those parts of you
For they are you
Be one with the ugly
Most importantly love yourself
I am an individual with my own thoughts
An individual that wants to be belong
Does this fact make me lesser of a person?
May I wear my bold lips as I choose and where?
There is the word that chains with a hard grip
May I. . May I. .
Why, do I ask for permission to do what I can.
I am an individual with her own thoughts
That will belong in her own way somehow
Belonging is neither here or there
It’s a state of mind
Even the greats have moments of dismay
The thing about life is that you never know where the roads are going to take you. Everything you ever thought you wanted could change with a swipe off the road. The weather changes and you have to decide if you crumble in the storm or fight as hell to get through it all. Truth though we are human and the fight is in all of us, but what makes us different is the will to live and thrive, no matter the circumstances we find our self in. That is where our true nature is, not what others see on a daily life, but the person no one really sees. I know you know whom I am talking about, the inner you the one that says tell him to fuck off, the one who says she really didn’t mean it that way. Yes, the one we all hide for many different reasons. I for one hide the part of myself that cares too deeply about others, even when they screw me time and time again. Yet, that is who I am in the inside and if I change this fact about myself, if for a moment I change to make someone pay for what they have done then that makes me no better than them. I for one refuse to do that, I have come too far to let others ruin my nature. It’s a road that has chosen me not the other way away around. It’s hard and I struggle every single day to keep smiling and pushing forward, to bring some happiness into other people’s days. That is what brings me peace and joy as well as heart ache at times. If you kept on reading thank you, I hope this touched your heart in a deep way, always remember keep striving to be better and do better.
Refuse to live in fear
Refuse to bend to the wind
For I am, for we are strong like a mountain
They will try to rip us apart
Explosions will become daily life
Yet, we stand without fear
stand united and strong
strive for change in protest
Always remember destruction comes with a price
It might just cost us all our freedom
In a world full of beautiful majestic things
Why are we full of hate?
We are consumed with distaste for each other
Why do we feel this way?
Are we not all human?
I may be different with my Mayan roots
Yet, my heart still beats the same as yours
When I bleed, I bleed red too
My pigmentation does not change that
It doesn’t affect who I am or who I can be
I smile and laugh just as you would
Why does my language offend you?
When I have embraced yours?
I’m done being your door matt
No, child of mine will grow being fearful
Fearful of walking out the door
No, child of mine will ever feel inferior than yours
This majestic world deserves better
We deserve better
No one is superior then the next
You have said it once; you’ve said we are the same
It’s time to show it
As I get older I’m starting to realize that my “first” are eventually going to come to an end. I was too young to remember my first steps or first words and those are important milestones in my life. The older I become the more life changing decisions I have to make; that scare me to death. At times it’s difficult to make those decisions not only because they are the ones that can make you or break you, but also because the lines of right and wrong start to blur. I think that’s where we all make our mistakes or think we have made one. We think about what others would say or their opinions on our behavior; rather than what we think of them. While yes later on in life I might regret certain things, but then again at least I’ll have a story to tell. Who knows who I will meet in life and the advice I would be able to share from my own down falls. That’s what life is about, right?