Your Story Matters

I dream One day I shall make a Change. huh yeah right. 

See I am the type of person who doesn't sit there and allows Good opportunity to just go pass. 

See, Inisde, I am this Scared girl who is ready to let go f her shell and just be free of all Judgement opposes against. 

We all have a story to Tell and  Sooner or Later we need to find a title for that Story, as I have watch my life unfold piece by piece I realise that Everyone story Is & will be different, We all have different experiences of life, some bad, some good but we all need to understand that the story we write Infiltrates what we shall be recongised with, I try to tell myself everything in life will go the way you want it to, but it doesn't we need to understand that, we are like Tree only blown the direction of the wind and only fallen when we are weak or even vulnerable. I am not saying that telling your story to the world will make you weak & a easy target. No. but to choose carefully because "In life Somethings are left unsaid" we all have a Voice and I hope everyone uses it to there advantage but for good because once our story is told, We in ourselves are the greatest. 

No one has to tell you because it will seem as if a weight has been lifted off your chest.

It shall not Define me.

I always thought that I would be Beautiful, but 99% of the time I know it is not true, I know its not true because well I just know. I have been called names for the way I look but i have grown to except that maybe I should just get use to the fact that I may not be that Beautiful looking girl I have always dreamed about,

I am not Negative, I am beyond that I look at the reality of things. I wish to be like other girls sometimes but knowing it will never happen to me makes me feel

disgusted of my self. 

I feel like a Blank canvas in society, I just write poems hoping to make a change but knowing I do it for myself aswell as others, I put myself in the position of that female, male or even the topic because I believe deep down inside of my heart that is ready to turn cold is a urge of the situations I write about could happen too anyone even me. I may not look like the insecure type of person or the one not to share feelings but I am,

I am so deep with feelings that they could make you cry, I share so much just to gain nothing but my heart is ready to turn cold, my eyes are ready to turn to stone after crying secretly on why I am the way I am. My appearance continues to define me and my life, I will not allow that, I have tried to hard and too long.

I want to be drunk in my freedom, I want to go out & not worry about what people have to say about me,

I want to be me. Cinthia. Chizoba. Friend & poet. 

Insanity.

You see my tears, are soaking every page,
My words are dried by my rage,
You’ll rarely see me this passionate,
These feelings reflect my mindset,
I might be quite hard to read,But don’t allow me to mislead you,
With my thoughts, however insane,
The truth I bear is my legit pain,
Voices all around me dictate how I should be,
Unsure of who to listen to,
I look at life through a different view.

You see, this ‘thing’ I do, is more than poetry,
I call it my Mental Industry,
It lays down before me, my concepts of life,
Some days, my focus is justice vs strife,
And other days, the perception I write,
Could be about all the good that I sight,
This business is unpredictable,
But it’s a part of me that’s beautiful,
These letters are an extension of my mind, 
They help me find peace, relax, unwind.

Don’t underestimate the strength that words uphold, 
They are the key to action – so I‘ve been told,
A lot of my rhymes may not bring great clarity,
But I tell You they all mean something to me.

So remember, this little ‘thing’ I do,
Is more than just a ‘thing’ I do,
It’s a piece of me, laid out for you.

Procrastination

Procrastination is a Weakness of mine, I do Try, I Fear Life in a Whole. Moving on 

I made a New friend she is Really Cool I love Her Braids, she inspires me the way she acts, even those I don't see much of her during the day, I hope too though even though she is in Year 11, I feel that I lack friendships and simply have associates, but it is slow changing my Love for English and the Creative nature has Wow'ed me entirely.