Have you ever seen a more awful place like the place i put down my ?

Day in, day out.

The streets of gold is seen by others beneath me and those at my level; they know how awful the feeling of having everything but owning nothing.

And it hurts to know there are those above us who have it all.

And no matter how much you fight for it; you lose everything in the street.

I am so over the meaningless, time draining hustle that leads steadily to a stanstill of a realization, everyone dies in the heart so what was and is the point to being with?

And to the sad truth that not everyone is going to feel the same way even though most do.

I can see why i want the walking up and down the street to end there is no losing when its gone, i can see why i need to be among the others who have escaped the pulling chains that i have once and countless times being ignored and it all makes sense to me.

And my escape was to go jumping still the roof breaks to see the sky and. What a sky it will be?

But at this moment i choose to grab hold the door knob and pull to me until it opens. And it will open i am sure.

I hope you have an amazing life,

An amazing life without a shadow, closely hovering behind you.

An amazing life without hiding the tears behind your smiling eyes.

An amazing life without looking into the smallest boxes for treasures but lifting your head above for reverance.

Hope you have an amazing life without dissatisfaction or grief;

Without resentment or hatred but with genuine aspiration and love.

For woman, for so long the world has had it fair share of nasty thrown tirelessly at you.

It has beaten you; drag you to your knees and finally knocked you down.

The hour of dawning as awoken reach for it and claim it.

My heart in truth is beating fast.

I can feel blood as it pass,

Through my veins.

My mind that should be vast,

Is blank.

...

I am left alone in this state,

To face my fate.

I have to recall my steps,

And to do that i need to work up strength,

To start a race?

Leading to what?

Leading to where?

...

As i am finding myself running.

Running into nothing.

Honest the truth,

is always loudest,

when i sit alone in silence,

and that i know today,

seems i have been here for days,

but it's just the memories and pictures again,

that plays in my head,

oh how it aches,

but it will surely fade,

when i decide to aspect the truth.

I just can't even say,

How proud I am,

Of whom I am,

And were I stand....

You should to....

Am a woman,

Who is strong and beautiful,

Am a woman,

Who is bold and wonderful,

Am a woman,

Whose strength isnt in muscles,

But in brains,

Am a woman,

Who is dignified in what I do,

Am a woman,

Who supports​ fellow women,

In the right they do,

Am a woman,

Who is proud of who am I,

Am a woman,

And so should you.....

It starts from me,

then turn  to you,

It always turns around, 

How clever I seem at  first, 

But it always so puzzling how you manage to switch sides, 

Or was it obvious from the first sight, 

Maybe I would never know but i won't stop one bit, 

From trying again.... 

Sometimes..

when things are dull and grey,

I try to think,

But head so blank,

I try, I try but blank it still...

Then I go...

And take a nap,

When I wake, my reality comes back again...

I turn to art which calms it down...

And things no longer feel dull and grey...

I wonder why? 

U never laugh  

Not even in the photographs

Why oh why it puzzles me

Couldn't be Becus of Lee

Or is the fact dat u lost ur key

But I say dis once again

It's been long, it is time to bail

Cause if u frown u will Neva gain

For if you smile more u know no pain!