Moments of TruthWhy is my desk so crowded? Honestly. Where is a pen? That works!Moments of Truth by dragon-fly-to-me
I'm taking time in this unexpected afternoon off to catch up on the bills. It has been so cold and crazy the last few days, that we haven't had school. I'm working for a friend who had a baby, so my work load has been overflowing. When things like this happen, desks get messy. Pens get lost. Opened cracker packages wind up under a notice from the library that states: Dear Jessica, your book that was due on December 28, 2013 is really overdue and if you don't get your ass in here to take care of this matter we will turn this issue over to the police department. No, for real. It says that last part.
It's really crazy, sometimes. Life. As I shuffle papers around, displacing a half used package of AA batteries, I sadly think, Sorry Old Navy, I'm not going to be able to take advantage of the $15 off cardholder perk anytime soon. Okay, pen, pen, pen. My kingdom for a working PEN!
I bought this desk at an est
Listen Up Beautiful GirlShe doesn't hear the wordsListen Up Beautiful Girl by Moalix
coming out of my mouth
screaming out of my mouth
the words saying
that she's beautiful now
that she's just right now
because all she can hear
are the voices screamin' louder than me!
They say she's not beautiful yet
she doesn't exercise enough
she doesn't diet enough
she's not skinny enough
because she hasn't dropped dead yet
Those voices sing she's ugly as can be
because you can't see her ribs
because she can't wear a size three
so she looks in the mirror
and is disgusted by what she sees
because she has fat on her stomach
she's got hips
and she's got thighs
So she hates on herself
because she's not toothpick fine
and wishes everyday
that she could be pretty and thin
even though I tell her
that she's already beuatiful
that she's already pretty
but that's not what she sees
when she looks in the mirror
So I am here to say
that I hate society today
because they made a beautiful girl
feel ugly today
To be humble, to be kind.
It is the giving of the peace in your mind.
To a stranger, To a friend
To give in such a way that has no end.
To be bold, to be brave.
It is the thinking that the heart can still be saved
And the darkness can come quick
The Dangers in the Anger and the hanging on to it.
We are Love
We are One
We are how we treat each other when the day is done.
We are Peace
We are War
We are how we treat each other and Nothing More
Tell me what it is that you see
A world that's filled with endless possibilities?
Heroes don't look they used to, they look like you do.