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.