MY name is Mary I'm married to one of the most wonderful and loving man on earth .my children and my grands are my life. family mean everything to me. i believe that children are a gift from god and should be treated as such. their little angels our future. i will go to my grave fighting for the rights of all children. i enjoy writing ,writing and painting is my first love. however i wear many hats computer programing,photo editing.....
How can I love myself when everyone else seems to hate the air that I breathe?
How can I see the beauty within when everyone else sees the monster in me sometimes I forget my own name all I hear is you so ugly your lips are too big and your skin makes me sick black and ugly is what you are what my name I don’t remember
How can I speak up for myself when my words are taken out of content and replaced with things that I would never say? Yet
I go on what is left for me to say
How can I dream of a better tomorrow be all that I can be when im told that I ‘am worthless and will never amount to nothing a waste of human skin?
How can I smile when the world won’t smile back at me laughter and finger pointing talking about how I should never smile no one want’s to look at a smile like mine
How can I trust the father when the father touches me in that way its normal he said this is how a father tells a daughter I love you
However, should it hurt and make me feel dirty
How can I find the will to live when I cannot find a reason to be here if I died tonight would anyone remember me?
How can fight for the rights of children all over the world when I cannot fight the hands of a father
How can I How can you remember the good inside of me when you can only see what you want to see
The Ugly you wish me to be
If I died tonight, would anyone remember me for the sadness in my eyes or the best of me?
Remember my laughter and my smile my dreams or the flower that bloomed into the sunflower that I ‘am today
Would anyone remember how much I loved my father?
Will anyone take the time to see that I ‘am beautiful in my eyes?
How can I spread my wings and fly when there is no wind to carry me and I cannot feel the wind beneath my wings
How can I live when the world let me be?
For the love of you
sometime love can hurt other times it can be vengeful
No matter what it does?
, do not let it take away yourself worth
If it’s over let it be
If its mint to be it’ll always come back
Believe that the river only flow for you and the stars only shine when you are near Let not the heart of another kill the love of you
Grow from within believe that the sun rise and set for you
love can do and be many things but only you can make a fool of you in order one someone else to make a fool of you have to be a fool first
Love can teach you many things
Let love be your first step in to happiness
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