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I would like to dedicate this poem to the kidnapped Nigerian girls. They will also one day be free. They will regain their God-given freedom that should have never been taken from them in the first place. They will one day return home and soon experience the wonders of their lives. I love you girls . . .

    Call Me "Freedom"

Freedom is what I call myself . . .

In an attempt to break away from the bondage . . .

I will one day gain my emancipation.

My lips sewn together by the power of my own mind . . .

As I fight the battle created by me . . .

I also fight the battle provided to me by others.

I battle in silence.

Bystanders unknowingly and subtly contribute to my pain.

By I will soon be released . . .

Because I will escape . . .

I will be free . . .

I wish I could grasp onto a shooting star . . .

Hold onto to it tightly and let it whisk me afar.

I will relax and close my eyes if I dare . . .

And let the star take me throughout the atmosphere.

Take me away shooting star . . .

Show me where the wonders of the galaxies are.

  This dream I have may seem silly to ask . . .

This wish to hold onto to a flaming, moving ball of gas.

But shooting star, take me away . . .

I can’t bear to see this pain another day.

For you to soar me throughout the air . . .

May seem odd and it may seem rare.

But I for one do not perceive it as odd,

For I will be further experiencing the magnificence of God.

  Shooting star, take off now . . .

Then take your time so we’ll be gone for a while.

Show me the wonders of outer space . . .

Take me, for there will be no time to waste.

Come on star let us commence . . .

For upon you I shall make a wish of happiness.

I wish I could grasp onto a shooting star . . .

Hold onto it tightly and let it whisk me afar. 

Take me back,

Take me home . . .

Because where I am now is not where I belong.

I feel trapped,

Set me free . . .

Because where I am now is not where I want to be.

Unleash me,

I want to see the world’s majesty . . .

And that won’t be prevented by one catastrophe.

In my heart I will always know,

I am all of the places that I want to go . . .

Even if in my mind I have no more room to grow . . .

In my heart, I will always know. 

As I looked over the menu, the slight clatter of dishes caught my attention. I looked across the room to find a man at a dimly lit table sitting his cup down and peering up at me. For a split second, we had known each other for years. The warmth that came with his smile… his eyes sent me into a hypnotic trance. The way he stared into my eyes was like a scene from a movie. I closed my eyes to take in the fraction of a second that I felt I had met my soul mate. When I opened my eyes he was gone. I looked down at my table in confusion, and there, I found a card with a number and a signature that read “Your Mystery Man”.

              This gorgeous painting by Frida Kahlo came to mind recently. Even though the picture itself is stunning, it represents such pain. I feel that I connect to this painting on some level. Even though Frida Kahlo endured much more than I have, I feel that this painting symbolizes what I have been trying to hide. Just as Kahlo always had her husband on her mind, and she may have perceived him in a negative way, I feel that I have a similar perception of the world. Though I continue on throughout life, I have this constant hindrance holding me back. This hindrance is “the past”. I have the past stamped on my forehead and always on my mid in fear that I may have to revisit it. Her subtle tears remind me of my own. They are not noticeable a first, but when you take a second look, they’re there. And when I look in the mirror, I am reminded of the reason for my tears that is stamped on my forehead. But I could see a happy ending to this story. One day when there are tears, they will be happy tears which will wash away the stamp on my forehead and create a new beginning.  

You gorgeous girl, you are now free...

Forever relieved from pain and misery

God has called you home to be with Him

Your smile and your laugh...we sure will miss them.

But now you are in a better place, 

You have completed your inspiring race.

Now rest with Jesus, be at peace with Him

And have fun in the Heavenly waters, of which now you swim. 

  Bluebell walked down a rock-lined path. She shivered as the piercing cold wind forced itself against her skin. She tried to maintain clear sight as the fog grew thicker and the rain grew heavier. The clouds were closing in making it even more difficult for her to keep her vision clear.

    Bluebell squinted her eyes in an attempt to salvage what little she was able to see. Just then, she heard a loud crash of thunder. The fright that the thunder had instilled in her was powerful enough to knock her to her knees. As she struggled to remain standing, she saw a shadow through the fog.

    The shadow had an awkward shape. She moved curiously and cautiously toward the object. As she reached out her hand and began to touch the object, she felt a sharp texture as something hard fell to the ground. She could not identify the object, but she grabbed a hold of it in order to keep herself on the ground.

    As the wind picked up even more, Bluebell closed her eyes. She felt herself being lifted slightly from where she was standing. The howl of the wind frightened her even more. She forced her eyes closed even tighter. The wind grew even stronger and Bluebell felt her body being pushed and pulled in all directions. Finally, as she felt her energy being drawn out, she let go of what she was holding on to.

    All of a sudden, Bluebell found herself being carried just barely above ground. She opened her eyes to find herself spiraling toward the object that she had been holding on to. She could only see slightly through the fog and identified the object as a tree. Upon one of the branches Bluebell saw what appeared to be a bird. It was indeed a bird, it was a dove. Bluebell, still being carried by the wind was in awe of the calmness of the bird. In spite of all of the chaos, the bird sat nearly motionless on a thin branch of the tree.

    Suddenly, the wind ceased and Bluebell was dropped to the ground. As she attempted to regain her balance, she became even more disoriented. She found herself on the ground crawling toward a light. She was unsure of where the light was coming from. As she came in contact with the light, she realized that it was beneath her. The light was coming from under a thin layer of sand. As Bluebell saw the sand, she thought “where there is sand there is bound to be water”.  She made her way farther onto the sand as she felt moisture she felt the sand becoming heavy and wet. She ran her fingers through the sand. She edged closer and closer to the wet sand. Then, abruptly, she felt a strong blast of wind.

      The wind hurled her even further and she heard a startling splash. Along with the splash, she felt intense piercing cold being forced against her. She tried to fight back against the pressure in order to reach the sand again…but she failed. Bluebell realized that the wind had thrown her into the ocean.

    With her eyes tightly closed and her mouth clenched shut, she felt the powerful ocean tides above her. There was nothing for her to hold on to, and as a result, Bluebell could do nothing but let the waters sweep her away.  

I open my eyes but the fog is enclosing I try to see through it but it’s something imposing My heartbeat unsteady I don’t think I’m ready The next thing I know My faith starts to slow The next thing I do  I try to stay true I remember one thing to get rid of the pain I humble myself and say in Jesus Name  I bow my head and fall on my knees  And prepare for the journey that God gives to me.

Bullies can be mean, bullies pick on you But they don't even have the strength that you know you do. You may feel unimportant and you may feel alone But one day you'll realize that your beauty will be shown. Just because your different and just because you're you Bullies think that being mean is the only thing to do. Lastly I give you advice in five words...

Stay strong and be heard!

I look up above and I see white clouds.

I look down below and I see snow plows. 

The snow and the slush reach up to your knees.

Wear warm clothes or you will freeze. 

You might think that it will not snow anymore,

Have a spare pair of boots just to be sure. 

Beautiful snow flakes love to cover the ground,

So this is an ode to my snow filled hometown.

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see...

Do you see a lady who walks with grace and dignity?

Model stance poses

A dozen red roses

And a sky full of blue and white

My heartbeat is pounding

My cries are reounding

I think the Earth was crying,

Because I woke up and there was rain.

I think the world is dying,

Because we cause it constant pain.

What are we doing to God’s creation?

-Hang our heads in shame.

  Too much occurrence and too much disturbance

Overwhelm us all.

So much tension, and not to mention,

We don’t catch each other when we fall.

  Each mountain we climb gets steeper and steeper,

What happened to being our brothers’ and sisters’ keeper?

Can’t we see?

How could this be?

  We as a people are turning so far from the truth,

We as a people are turning so far from our roots.

Lies are being told,

Women and children are being sold.

Families in recession,

People living in depression.

  Some things among us are beyond our power,

But we can still support each other in our darkest hour.

Most things in this world cannot be undone,

But we can start fresh again and all become one.