Concept of Self

What is the norm? People change it every day so why even try to be involved in it? One day it could be the way you dress and then the next day they are changing the way they talk. Every time you change something especially just because others are doing it you are not staying true to who you are. Me, I honestly could care less about what other people are doing. For example the new thing over the summer was having feathers in your hair. One day one person had it and showed it off then the next day you have four or five more people with one in and so on and so forth. Why would you want to blend in with the crowd? People do not get recognized for being the same as everyone else, they get recognized for being themselves and being different. Now don’t get me wrong others may copy you but why do you need to be something you’re not? The people in the norm are always saying how people are fake but the truth is they are the ones who are being fake because they are trying to be like everyone else. Also they are sometimes doing that just to impress somebody. Why do you have to impress someone? As long as you are okay with yourself there is no need to change.

Secretes of Color Poem

A young boy
   beaten and lonely
   hidden under a whirl
   deep purple and grey suffocating his small lungs.
An older man
   confident and caring
   gleaming with brillance
   oranges and florecent pinks hide his bruises.
Alone they have many problems
   but together
   they can help the young boy
   and become a beautiful calm blue ocean of protection.

Out of a Crowd Poem

He slithers in the door
   mind racing
   sweat streaming down his face
   dressed in all black.
"Give me the money!" he demands.
   his voice cracking with fear.
   gun in hand
   jumping at every little sound.
Moving fast
   trying not to skip a beat.
   pushing and scaring the banker
   hands shaking like a leaf.
He snatches the bag and starts to run
   only to get shot in the arm.
  

Dialogue Poem

"Why are you here?" asked the mother.
   "What do you mean?" questioned the unborn child.
"Don't you know who I am?"
   "You're my beautiful mother!"
"How did you get in?"
   "You and daddy loved each other."
"I want you to leave."
   "But I love you!"
"You're destroying my hopes and dreams."
   "I'm helping you."
"How? All i want is to be a star."
   "Now you will have a family."

   "I'm growing weak," cries the child.
"All you have to do is fall asleep," coaxed the star.
   "Okay, but only for a little."
"Right, hopefully she won't wake up."
   "See you soo----------."
Another angel in heaven.

Questions poem

Am I ready
   to take the leap
   not knowing if I'll make it?
Am I ready
   to be independent
   when all my life
   my mom and sisters were only a second away?
How can I be sure
   that tomorrow will be better?
   my plans will work out?
   I won't break down?
How can I be sure
   the life I'm about to leave behind
   will still be there when I return?
Am I ready, how can I be sure?