I am from steak marinated for days tender and juicy grilled through all the way. I am from war where family crests were worn and a great Scottish general who lives no more. I am from snow and wind shields with ice 3 inches thick and 30 below nights. I am from silent and peaceful days playing though summer till fall comes my way.
Too many times We are hurt By the words Of others. Constantly being Criticized by People who don’t Know who we truly Are. Being judged by What people see On the Outside. Making rude remarks While we walk by Them. Judging before they Get to see whom We are on the Inside. We can’t avoid This from Happening. But we shouldn’t Let it affect us As long as we Know that Deep inside, we aren’t Doing anything wrong. Remind yourselves that There are people who Took the time to See who we really are. There are people who Love us and don’t Judge us by What they See.
Why be someone else When there’s no better person at being you than yourself Why change yourself for other peoples’ sake When you’ll be nothing more than a fake Why would you stress over your imperfections When there is no such thing as perfection Why cry about the crude statements When you’re in charge of your own development Why be a reproduction When you could be limited edition Why turn into someone new When many will love you for being you
I have a tendency, to take things too seriously I get hot-headed easily; any small spark can set me off like a bomb. I over think every little thing and my mind inflates with worry. The sharp tongues of mean-spirited people pierce through my heart with ease. I am a sensitive girl. My mother used to be like me. She tells me not to take those kinds of things to heart. She tells me that the criticism from others is irrelevant. That those kinds of people are just like leeches, Who feed on the red-sweet wine of youth. She tells me to fill your body with optimism and confidence But empty it of negativity, remorse and self-doubt. And when the leeches try to dig their teeth into your flesh, They curl up and die of starvation.
Don’t think with your heart. Though your heart is powerful, it does not think for itself. Don’t listen to your heart. For all you will hear is a dull muffled rhythm. Don’t trust your heart. When your heart is overwhelmed with things, it will surely fail on you. Think with your brain, not with your heart. Your brain is at the top for a reason. The brain is capable of thinking for itself, It closes itself to the irrelevant words of others, And opens itself to the beneficial. The brain does not produce a dull muffled rhythm, It produces a knowledge called common sense Knowledge that will save you when you decide to think with your heart.
My community is . . . . . . Trying to help find a base on where to go My community doesn’t define what we do and who we are Doesn’t tell you to join a gang Or hang around a bad crowd Just tells you to be true to who you are And helps you in achieving your goal My community may not seem that way now but soon in time you will seeMy community is . . . . . . Trying to help find a base on where to go My community doesn’t define what we do and who we are Doesn’t tell you to join a gang Or hang around a bad crowd Just tells you to be true to who you are And helps you in achieving your goal My community may not seem that way now but soon in time you will see
