The Girl In Worn Out Shoes

I have had this on my mind for several days now..finally got around to getting it off my chest....wrote it just now in class...No edits...tell me what you thiink.

The slowest 60seconds of my life went by so slow it felt like I was standing for hours,in awe. At the street,about to cross the road,the light goes red and the countdown begins. 60seconds I reminded myself,and there she was, a little Kurdish girl,with her blue Accordion. She wasn’t playing it,she was just standing there in her worn out shoes,dirty white t-shirt and a dirty pink jeans… staring. I turned to see what she was staring at and there they were,the most beautiful girls ever. They were chatting away unaware of our gaze on them.the little kurdish girl,in her worn out shoes was also unaware of my gaze on her. Then I read,I read her face,she stared at their nails first,their perfectly manicured nails, polished pink, there was envy in her eyes,followed by sadness. Then she looked at their really cute shoes and then at hers. All this while,the girls had no idea of this little girl. She stared at them long and hard while the timer on the traffic light ticked so slow it was almost at a halt. Still on red,I watched the girl. They looked down at her,she smiled the smallest smile I had ever seen and almost as if she was invisible,they looked away and she looked down. Sadness flooded her face and she went red. With a heavy heart I looked up at the timer. 50 seconds,I had 10 more seconds before the light turned green. I looked one last time at the pretty girls, still unaware of the little girl,I looked at the little girl,still unaware of my gaze on her, she gave them one last look,the timer hit 60 and the light turned green. Then she crossed. I waited. The pretty girls crossed,laughing so loud. I waited, then walked behind them. I watched them walk off happily,like they had no care in the world,the little girl reached her little brother on the other side of the road,took his hand and walked away while smiling and talking to him and I walked home,unable to do nothing but think of that little girl days after I had witnessed the most intriguing piece of reality almost like a movie but way better.

Mirror

Mirror

I am afraid to look in the mirror because the eyes that stare back at me scare me
breathless. The emptiness they hold and the glassy darkness that sparkle like
glitters are not what i know. My reflection follows me like the clouds move with
the sky. I walked home yesterday and i tried to out run my shadow but it seemes
faster than me and it chased me home.
Sometimes i wonder when i die if you'll miss me. Oh yes you'll update your
facebook status and you will post it on twitter but will you truly miss me? for
how long will you keep your facebook status on? your next tweet would probably
not be about me. When i die,i want you to remember me by my conduct. I want you
to hear my name and smile and remember all the good i have done.
When you look at me, i hope you see my smile,i hope you notice my honesty, don't
stare at my color,yes it's black, and yes i'm human but i doubt you'll see that,
you wonder if i'll stab you coz i'm black and so i'm gangsta.Oh ye with mediocre
mind, do not mirror me black.
Walk with me before you judge me, do not judge me from my cover. Do not judge me
from what you've heard. If you don't know me, you have no right to judge me.
When next you stand infront of the mirror, stare at the man behind the mirror.
stare him dead cold in the eyes and tell him "This is not me", walk away and make
a change. Next time you look in the mirror, i hope you like what you see.

Be Afraid Of My Mind

Be Afraid Of My Mind

When i go to sleep, the heavens write behind my eyelids so i go to bed with a pen
and write down the words of the heavens in my dreams and when i wake up, i caress
the paper by my bedside with the words from my dreams and deliver.


I am the sword that never goes blunt, i am the rainbow that never goes away and i
am the clouds that never go to sleep.

Like David and Goliath my size is not my strength and neither is it my weakness.
I go down to the depths of my mind and i find my soul laying there with so much
knowledge to impact and when i come back i am brand new. I am filled with
knowledge. Be afraid of my mind.

Sometimes there is so much words in my soul i can feel it crying out, i can feel
it trying to explode out of every siingle pore in my body like the sweat that we
secrete just that it's different and this are words of knowledge. I learn all the
words and never let it explode coz when i do explode the words will fly out and
they'll be there in the open for everyone to grab but i doubt the universe will
be able to comprehend.

I walk around with my head down and sit with my head between my knees and listen
to the angels whisper my name and tell me the secrets of the world. I am not
afraid to walk alone coz the secrets of the universe that i know and so i am
truly never alone coz even the stars speak and when i look i listen for their
message and try to decipher like the codes of java.















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Hold it against me

I have changed, Change is good.

I have grown, Everyone gets older.
I am weird, Point someone who isn't.
I am different, Hold it against me.

DID YOU KNOW????

Did you know that....

50% of girls between the ages of 8 and 14 are dieting. Girls see over 400 advertisements per day,telling them how they should look.
3 Teens self harm per hour in the UK. In 2003-4, 24 087 girls were hospitalized in Australia for self-harm. 3 000 000 Americans self harm.
1 suicide occurs every 40 seconds. 1 in every 3 women have been beaten. 750 000 teenagers fall pregnant per year.
683 000 rapes occur per year that,s more than one per minute. 61% are under 18 years of age. 2% of rapists are convicted.
225 million children are sexually abused each year. The majority of victims are under 8 yrs of age. About 50% of offenders are the parents.
10 million cıgarettes are sold every minute. About 90 000 children start smoking every day.
Every minute, one person dies as a result of homicide.

Remember This

One day you'll wake up and realize just how alone you are. You will come to find out that nothing lasts forever. Yes, you'll always have your family but guess what? One day they'll be so fed up with all your crap that they'll also leave you. Only then will you begin to realize just how stupid you have being and then you decide to make amends. Amends? Now? A little bit late for that now sugar. We all like to think we can do things how we want and when we want thinking the world revolves around us but you know what the mind blower is? The world does not revolve anywhere near us. We are just little pieces of this world. Probably a meaningless piece. So before you go on screwing up relationships and severing ties and then becoming a societal reject, remember that  not every time we make mistakes we get to fix them. Somethings they do live with us for as long as we are alive. They don't go away, they don't get fixed, they just keep eating at us reminding of us of a momentary stupidity that ruined it all. Remember, cherish moments, value relationships and don't screw things up out of your utter stupidity.

Not His World

He kept hoping they would not show, although he went there to meet them up. He knew they'd show up but he would be glad if they ditched him. He heard their laughter, followed by a string of curses. He sighed and went up to meet them. They handed him a cigar and he took a drag. He hated cigars so much. The discussion proceeded and they started with the usual talk of "the bitches"(girls from the night before). He was expected to come up with a story and so he did. He talked about a girl he claimed to had left with whom he had done unspeakable things to. The knot in his chest tightened as he spoke. They cheered him on with screams and hi-fives, if only they had cared enough to notice he wasn't at the club with them the night before. They talked about the weed and the booze and more about "the bitches". He wondered what it would be like to have real friends. The people around him were people he had grown up with on the block yet he felt like they were all monsters. He knew he needed to break free but the only world he knew how to blend in was their world. All around him were several of the monsters, yelling and laughing, cursing and cheering. He felt even more alone than he had being feeling earlier. Could they not see how unhappy he was? Through the smile and the laughter? Could they not see the way he gritted his teeth every time they handed him a cigar? The way he never drank,coming up with one excuse or the other? They called each other "homie" and he wondered if they knew what the word meant. He did not belong to that life, he did not belong with the kids from the block. He knew greatness awaited him and so silently he got up, looked back once at the kids he had grown up with whom he could now barely recognize and gently walked out of the pub.