| {2001} |
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| BEYOND MY SKIN The world can say goodbye to the sweet girl it once knew. Everybody I talk to knows how hard I tried. I've stumbled and tripped along, but kept smiling. I carried my pain and depression in my pocket and replaced it with a happy face full of makeup. But as you can see, I've been unsuccessful. The people who once loved and cared for me have disappeared like the changing seasons. So I tried to replace them. But all I found was a sympathy-sucking little girl and many others who only though of me in the back of their minds as, "The girl who always dresses up and sits quietly by herself." Yes, that's all I am, a lovely little bundle of curls and glitter. No one tries to peel through my layers. They just take a glance and then move on, unaware of the millions of ideas and thoughts that swarm my mind. I've got so much to share, so much to say and express. I'm searching for someone to turn the faucet and let the contents of my brain spill out. Then that person can take his paper towels to wipe up the mess and squeeze it back into his own brain. Sometimes when I explain this to others, they stare blankly, while I pour my emotions out. I feel so stupid because I know they only want me to shut up, so they can get back to deciding where they will go out tonight. So I'm going away� but where? Anywhere. Anywhere that seems to hold wisdom-obsessed intellects with vibrating minds. I will be ready to soak up all the information from these people I meet. I will be ready to soak up all the information from those people I meet. I will be spinning in my world of awe, and left behind will be the ignorant ones saying, "I wonder what happened to that quiet girl who always dressed up?" INDEPENDENT You call me your precious pearl. You keep me in your shell. But I'm no longer your girl. I'm planning to rebel. No longer will I be a toy, a pet to tag along. I'm free for others to enjoy. You're the one that's wrong. I'll run away to different men and set my soul free. I'll never fall in love again. It's all about ME. SOLITUDE Now I return and focus on my thoughts, like I did when I was a child. My friends and I never argued or fought, but friendships can turn untamed and wild. So now I'm alone and how do I feel? Surprisingly, solitude is calm. I can think clearly while my emotions heal. Nirvana flows from my soles to my palms. I can live life at my own pace. The sounds of silence have become pleasing. There's no longing for a familiar face, and my loneliness is ever ceasing. Being in tune with my inner self is more important than friendship, love, or wealth. WARM WATER The room glowed with body heat. We approached and moved to the unstoppable beat. The rhythm advanced, the rhythm gained, like the everlasting tapping of falling rain. And the sweat poured down my face and soaked my dress of velvet and lace. We couldn't stand it anymore. So we danced outside where the rain poured. |
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