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I feel like the glass on a vanity mirror
Reflects so much yet nothings inside
Dark grey, no good deeds but many sins to hide
Not much under the surface but secrets which scatter around my brain
And I can’t help but to ponder
If I told you would you still look at me the same?
I see no more than skin deep
And that’s as deep as I dare to see
But as the memories creep
Their torture is only to keep reminding me
Under the makeup I weep
Hate being called pretty, sexy or hottie
Those remarks do nothing but offend me
Because they prove you do not see my true beauty
Darker than gold complexion
Wide eyes which reflect the world
Not to say I’m perfect
But I was always taught to worship that I’m more than an average girl
I keep the way I want to be seen in one hand
“as beautiful as the Yangtze river”
I keep Vanity in the other hand
“Mac makeup brushes, foundation and concealer”
My thoughts seem to go as deep as beauty and tremble at the thought of going deeper
But always seem to reflect so much more, to make it seem that my mind is broader
And that’s why sometimes I feel like the glass on a vanity mirror.

A smile as cute as innocence
With golden locks to spare
Unaware of what's around
Just your world of no despair
Beauty oozes from your soul
Untainted child you are
The honesty of your laugh
Makes you a shining star
The purest form of simplicity
An the ease of your enquire
Illuminates your surroundings
Engages your desire
To be a part of everything
Inquisitive mind you see
Exploring the unknown
To see what you can see...

When I was child I would stay with my grandparents on my mothers side of the family.
My grandmother was Lithuanian and my grandfather was Sicilian.
My Grandpa always had a vegetable garden and in that garden he grew
big red sugar beets. I hated those beets. Whenever they served those beets with dinner
I refused to eat them. I was not allowed to leave the table until I ate those beets. I would cry and make a big fuss and would not eat
those beets which to me tasted like pickled dirt . Sometimes I would sit at the table for hours but I refused to the beets.
My granpa would say to me in his Sicilian accent "You eata da beetsa or you getta no Pizza.
I would laugh but I still would not "eata da beetsa".
Years later after my granmother passed away I went to live with my Grandpa. The garden was all but gone
and I didnt have to eat anymore beets. I lived with my "poppy" for ten years. Eventually I got married
and moved away . Poppy lived till he was 94. I miss him so much now and if I had another chance
I would "eata the beetsa" just for him...... He was my hero.

When I was a young boy,maybe 8 or 10 years old
my father would take me and my siblings to Smithpoint beach
to go swimming in the ocean. Sometimes he would get us up
early during the week and take us brfore school . It was a very
large beach and people from all over New York and the neighboring
states would come to brave the large waves that would crash into the shore.

While we drove the 45 minutes in my fathers station wagon
the radio would be playing the popular songs of that time.. I always
sang along to those songs even if I was too young to understand what
some of them were about , such as love and war etc. I Remember those
times as if they were yesterday. Those were the happiest days of my
life, other than when my own children came into the world. Whenever I hear
one of those songs , yes every once in a while you might hear one , but
when I do , it evokes such strong feelings of wanting to go back in time ,
back...to the time .....back to one particular day.

One particular summers day my dad took me and my
brother and two sisters , all older than me,to the beach. It was a
bright sunny July afternoon. The slight breeze with the warm rays
of the Sun gave me a feeling...well ...of "good vibrations" as the saying
goes. I swam for a short time close to shore. With such huge waves and
a strong current which they call an "untertow" I could not go out as
far as my siblings.

As I stood there on the shore with the breaking waves
rolling in and just reaching up and cooling off my feet I heard the voice
of a little girl from behind me call out....."Hey you wanna help me build
this sand castle?". I turned around and saw the little girl with the curly
black hair and big brown eyes sitting behind me scooping up sand with
her hands and trying to make it into a castle. "My name is Annie". Whats
yours she asked ? "Im Timmy. My brother and sisters are in the surf and
my blanket is right over there", I said.

From that point on we were inseperable. We played in
the sand , we ran in the surf , we collected shells and everytime she said
my name I felt so proud.. I was at the age where normally girls are
considered yucky and taboo. I had my first crush on a girl that was to
make a lasting impact on me for the rest of my life....silly isnt it ? Or is it ?
Two innocents , Two pure hearts , Two undefiled , unjaded by a world of
greed and jealousy. Nothing about this is mine and this is yours , No
self centerdness,no selfishness , No ," what do I get out of all this ?"

Just two....Just two....
like one .

Slowly but surely you faded
You sucked away my vanity
Replaced it with insanity
Low self-esteem could have been the death of me
No self-confidence, always felt unworthy
Knock off version of Barbie unoriginal beyond any doubt
Black short and fat and everybody would act as if I didn’t stand out
I was the only black girl in all my classes
And I guess I fit the stereotypes of loving chicken and oh their favourite one "black girls have big asses"
Blonde trophies to the right of me and smart brunettes and red heads to the left
In front of me was their beauty
Behind me lost in the shadows was my vanity
Half dead still clinging on to old memories to survive
Asking me how could I let any girl lower my ego when I won 6 beauty pageants since I was 5?
The memory of being the little gymnastics queen
Who can still do the same moves at nineteen
Long hair and chocolate skin with a little sheen
Put vanity back in business behind a protective screen
I stopped eating I forced the weight to go
I stopped crying and used make up to block them from seeing my true feelings I vowed I'll never let them show
Strange how the bullying turned to loving when I started to look better how that happened? I’ll never know
But all this vanity is like commodity that I’ll later exchange for modesty
At least I can pretend I’ve never felt the wrath of despondency.

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I stand alone
I fight away the weed that grew up with me
It wraps around me tight
Don’t let go... day or night
No matter how I try, I’m too weak to fight
But when my gardeners come he’ll slip away
And as soon as its night wrap around till I can’t even sway
I am too scared to tell on him, what will happen if I do?
Will I have to up root? Start a new?
I’m the darkest rose in the garden
And today is my day
I’ll swallow a box of plant killer and in my own pollen I’ll lay.

Burried in the back yard
under an old oak tree lie
a terrible secret..Anna's
secret..
Molly turned up missing
when Anna was just twelve
years old and after more
than two months of searching
everyone gave up hope of ever
finding Molly
Everyone suspected that Anna
might know more than she was
letting on but Anna seemed
to clever to reveal any hard
evidence concerning Molly
Anna would often praise her
mother for the creative way
she used to stitch Molly's
dresses and how Molly would
just sit there in her little
childs chair with her little
legs just barely flopped over
the chair
People thought Anna was really
jealous of Molly but Anna would
just laugh those statements
off claiming that she was really
prettier than Molly and had no
reason to be jealous of her
Well, Anna thirty two now and rarely
did the subject of Molly come up
..until there came a knock
on the door this cool September morn
Bob, the next door neighbor was pulling
up an old tree stump next to the huge
oak tree that kept Anna's secret for
so long..
With a strange smile on his face and
holding a rusted tin lunch box he
simply said..'I found Molly!'
Anna's was filled with embarrassment
and said,'I guess the secret is finally
out..'
Bob opened the small lunch box and
pulled out the little red head rag
doll..Molly~

Hanzel and Gretel
you see lost their
way and found a
place of humility.
They did not know
where their home
was or even why
this had happened
to them only that
their father had
always been a
friend.
They came upon a
house as sweet as
candy for all they
wanted to do was
eat from it until
they were full.
A lady came out
and offered a meal.
They went inside
but all she wanted
to do was fatten
them and eat them.
For she was a witch
who they pushed into
the oven, for now
they were safe once
more.
All they had to do is
follow their heart to
their father with the
treasure they found
for they could be
happy for eternity.
For money was no
longer a problem
you see they had
enough for eternity.

How could you do this to ME?
For i look at myself in the
mirror and i see YOU.
This is not who i want to
see or even ever be.
I need to be myself and
not see you for you turn
my WHOLE WORLD BLUE.
You make me HATE MYSELF
in every way when i see
YOUI each day.
Yet it is me in the mirror
and i must begin to realize
i am not YOU or ever
plan to be.
This line is true.
Even though i do not want
to HATE YOU i can not help
to think it might be true.
If i look at myself and i
see you i want to cut it
up hurt it and never exist
in this form anymore.
I can not believe YOU did
not know YOU had made me
want to DIE instead of look
like YOU or act like YOU.
Many times you made me feel
like i should be DEAD instead
of the person YOU are.
I am sorry to place this on
YOU, but only you caused this
TORTURE in me daily for you
were my BIOLOGICAL MOTHER.
You let them BEAT on me and
MOLEST me in every way.
It was like you did not
care about me only the MEN
in your life and your
A L C O H O L too.
That was all you turned to.

All her life
She has only one dream
To reach the sky
Jump as high as she can
Fly wherever she desires
Be whatever she wants
She only has one thing to remember
It is when she can feel the ground then she would be able to jump