I have a dark skin and curly hair
And I think it doesn't seem fair.
I live without a loving father
Can this get any better?
Flunking Math is my dilemma too.
I just could not get it through
On overloaded homeworks I freak out
Getting it all done I doubt.
It doesn't seem right,
That I have this kind of life
Wherein I always do my best
And I ain't get any reward yet.
I'm so exhausted and tired
But somehow I realized
That I should let my heart set
On things that matters, I bet.
The people who love me
How I see the world differently
How I conquer problems constantly
How strong and courageous I can be.
I have been blessed by God
Life does not seem bad
Should not stay hopeless and sad
Should not stay fearful and mad.
Instead, I should be thankful and glad
Though this life's tough and hard
I should look in that very part
Things matter most, from my heart.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoesíaIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
