Wednesday, July 8, 2015



Sometimes i wish i was a painter
that way i can paint a picture that shows who i see 
when i look in the mirror.
It would show me around the age of ten
looking in the mirror at me today.
She would see me crying, looking back at her
and in my background you would see my children.
We are in a room.
the room is a mess and my daughter is playing in garbage.
My son, the oldest is playing in the corner alone with toys,
and a baby in a carriage but you cant see his face.
The room is dark but its day outside, the curtains drawn.
If i could draw this picture of my feelings, 
it would show how lonely i feel 
how hopeless I've become.
the girl on the other side
ten year old me,
she was who i used to be.
happy,free and had everything to look forward to.
hopeful.
I wish i could talk to her. tell her where we went wrong
before its to late.

Monday, May 11, 2015

To be or not to be. that is not the question but a journey

I am me.
I will not change because you want me to.
I will change because I feel it is time I changed.
Independent
That's a word ill describe myself by.
I need no one to make me happy.
I'm fine alone
I enjoy a good intellectual conversation
You know, something I can learn from.
strong
Not just physically but emotionally too.
I cannot be deceived.
beautiful
Not just on the outside but the inside too, where it really counts.
Educated and goal orientated
I know what I want, so I put forth motion to get it.
lively
I have more colors than a chameleon
dare to explore?
careful ill blow your mind
friendship with me is like walking on live landmines
I do not sway. I do not bend.
I stay strong in my convictions
but if you dare to creep it
I must warn... proceed with caution

By Tianna Muhammad