“She stands guarded like thorns on a stem, yet she wishes to once again be a vulnerable rose and let another peal through her layers.”

-Kbeautifulmind 

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2017 

Hard working people getting deported, racism and sexism on the rise. Health care and rent is barely affordable, striving for more and we stacking up on debt. Raising a child is difficult, the outer influences over power what you teach them in doors. Drug use becoming the norm, addiction the escape people go for. Making “easy money” seems to be the goal; exploiting our bodies, minds and souls. Fourteen year old girls want make up and boys, 14 year old boys no longer want to be boys as they wish they were “men” respected as one, not realizing these bigotes aren’t even man enough. No one wants to work for it anymore, and all they do is wine. 2017 you’d think we be progressing, but with the way things are we look like we’re oppressing. Oppressing the rights humans deserve, neglecting the fights our ancestor leaders died for.

Where is the love? Peace and harmony?

Why don’t we idolize to love and believe?

Fighting each other, killing and destroying one another.

Physically and emotionally, driving each other to lunacy.

We should be ashamed.

-Kbeautifulmind

1095


I lay here and look over at the box.

The pretty, pretty box you most definitely would have loved.

You didn’t pick it out, but I knew when I saw it that the colors, the shape, and the image imprinted represented the perfect place for your ashes to rest.

I look at the picture of us on the wall to the right of the box.

What I’d give to have you here again.

I close my eyes, tears begin to run down…

I allow the moment to take me back to that day.

I remember the garden like it was yesterday, the leaves were beginning to fall off from many of the trees.

The oranges we picked were so delighting to taste.

The wind was the perfect breeze, it was a chilly day but the sun was shinning and it helped keep us warm enough.

The laughs, the annoyance with the boys not wanting to take pictures anymore, and the shit talking we all did to each other.

“Just like super models…” said the photographer, and we gave each other a funny face and laughed.

You with that shy smile, and me with my perky giggle.

I miss you.

I miss bugging you for pictures.

I miss your laughter.

Your shy smile.

Your ridiculous jokes.

I miss your accent.

I miss your shit talking.

“Why you smile? Is not funny!”

I miss it all.

I miss taking care of you.

I wish I would have done it sooner, better.

Heck, I even miss rubbing your feet one thing I dreaded growing up…

“Mom, again!”

“Please, I am tired, I had a long day.”

“Ugh, fine but just FIVE minutes.”

I even miss fighting with you.

I want to fight with you.

Instead of fighting with them…

I want to fight with you.

Instead of fighting to making it through this…

I rather be fighting with you, instead of fighting myself to hold on.

1095 days. 1095 days since you been gone, and I’d give anything even just to fight with you again.

-Kbeautifulmind

“A man is not defined by his education, his job/ how much money he makes, or his machismo. A true man is defined by his habits, actions, and communication in moments of weakness and vulnerability.” -Kbeautifulmind

“A woman is not defined by her education, job/ how much money she makes, or her pride. A true woman is defined by her habits, actions, and communication in moments of weakness and vulnerability.” 

-kbeautifulmind 

You can strive for success all you want…Yet, if you lack of goodness, a humble characteristics, or have emotional imbalance baggage you have yet to deal with… failure might be more in your favor. 

Be good, and receive good. 

Be ugly, and watch as karma addresses you.

-Kbeautifulmind