KrazY EmS ChicA's blog: "Poems.... quotes..... randomness ;)"

Why do people stop and stare? Could it be the rags I wear? Maybe it's the kink in my hair My stance My stride consumed in the knowledge of pride. A lioness in herden, a woman without and within. Beauty in the smiles talk This is why they stand and gawk.

Underneath my exterior Underneath my clothes Underneath my words A special person grows. I may not be pretty My clothes may not be the best My words may not always be kind, But I am as good as the rest. If you look underneath it all You will know it's true You will see the beauty inside and understand me too.

It's not a special room or a special place Void of discrimination of gender and race My dreams are my utopia of thought. Dreams are limitless and can be caught. Dreams are what make the world go round with them secure my peace is sound. My dreams mold and revitalize my soul Without them I could not stay whole. I rely on dreams to keep me sane Heavenly euphoria hard to explain. Beyond the words I speak Dreams create hope Hope creates chance My dreams are where life extends Dreams never end.

I have realised that god has placed people that grow to like each other, far away from each other. Just to see what they will go through for love.