" A Story of a Hooker or Prostitue "
This story is inspired by indian community, how the circumstance creates a prostitute.
Once upon a time there was a 12 year old Girl, her name was Rekha , she studied in class 9th in a government school. There was total 7 members in her family, Mom , dad , granny , and her 4 smaller sisters. They all lived in a slum area and her father was handicapped also he beg for their survival.
That day was just like every day, when she was coming from her school to her home but her destiny was calling her somewhere else. She was kidnapped by few people that day , and those were the gang members of the human trafficking group who smuggled girls from one place to ano...
Time passes for all children...
We were all babies..
But we grow and live...
We also fight to live...
But why is there also destruction...
Why is there so much destruction in life...
El hecho de seguir con tu vida a pesar de la traición, las lágrimas, los recuerdos de esa profundidad oscura que llegaste a tocar en plena soledad... el verte tirada en el suelo llorando sin consuelo, sintiendo realmente el dolor incontenible en tu cuerpo consumido por los desvelos y la maldita depresión...
Sentir ese dolor en el pecho, las ideas desvaneciéndose en tu cabeza junto con tus ganas de vivir...
Hacen que hoy por hoy, si lograste aprender algo, agradezcas al destino por enseñarte de nuevo el camino... y sepas que pase lo que pase
*MERECES SER FELIZ*
Las lecciones que te da la vida no se tratan solo de reconocer tus errores, se tratan de lo que haces para enmendarlos! ...
Momma I'll never be able to express in words how much you mean to us.. You've given us life,laughter and learning.. Life with your eyes have been a pure blessing.. From the songs we've song to the nights we've stayed up to see the sun loving you has always brung about a new day.. As your son on this day I gave thanks and praise to the mother that carried you and the father that gave you LIFE...
Who is she?
I once was asked
Unaware of the question being asked
I stood confused, searching their view
While asking who?or whom?
Who is she? they repeat.
She who I ask.
Not understanding the she of the speech
The girl who has you smiling insane
The girl who has you blushing
Tell me her name
I just simply smile and say
She is my everything
Ive danced with the devil
Grown my garden in a place
Where all monsters are men
And all men are mice
Paid the price
N Sold my soul
Gave it all up
Only to end up alone
No one cam never know
But If you want to hear my story
It is written.....
On the roadmaps of my wrists
And on the gatewayz of my soul
she was the wife of every pharoh
and the mother of masters of men enslaved
envy and greed was her name
she was the root of hate
in the heart of every wicked man
trapped in the game
tryn to get that dolla
in all the wrong ways
the excuse for mans misfourtanes
the reason for shame
of the things did to maintain
envy and greed was her name
she's killed the innocent
and tried to murder the richous way
dedly yet suductive
sentencing men to life sentences
by excetutive menaces
she wants to see you locked in chains
her name was
I'm livin the joke,
stress driven to smoke,
lost again, an can't cope
, adjustin the lense
lookin for friends
, but i got 2 left, the others are dead or just stepped
, im lost, locked in hell, pickin up guns an drugs to sell,
swore off my ways,
but it pays me cash,
even tho its my history,
a painful past, i laugh an cry,
an try ta pass the time,
ghosts passin by,blastin me with they nines,
i smoke dimes, an spark a black,
hopin they blast,
as i see the sky from my back, a young catspittin rap, til im plastic wrapped
ya itz like that....
I create a home anywhere I go
no expectations, go with the flow
four walls don’t confine me
little boxes, a shiny key
the dirt path I tread on happily
is my normality
a taste of life’s enjoyment
living in the present moment
in the ocean seeking treasure
to my utmost pleasure
I bask in the sun
relaxing and having fun
lazily sipping coconut rum
fine with whatever may come
the sounds of birds chirping
I find vastly rewarding
the waterfall with a rainbow
and islands of the archipelago
the cliff that sets me free
when I take off to ski
excite me more than
a 15,000 sq. ft. floor plan
I make my home
wherever I decide to roam.
Nunca es suficiente para mí,
Porque siempre quiero más de ti.
Yo quisiera hacerte más feliz.
Hoy, mañana, siempre hasta el fin.
Mi corazón estalla por tu amor.
Y tú qué crees que esto es muy normal,
Acostumbrado estás tanto al amor.
Que no lo ves, yo nunca he estado así.
Si de casualidad me ves llorando un poco,
Es porque yo te quiero a ti.
Y tú te vas, jugando a enamorar.
Todas las ilusiones vagabundas que se dejan alcanzar.
Y no verás, que lo que yo ofrezco es algo incondicional. -Nunca es suficiente, Natalia Lafourcade.
Different People, Different Personalities
There's different people with different personalities that make up who they are
Different experiences and choices that left untold scars
You have people who are introverted and or extroverted in association
Some give direct eye contact and others look away in conversation
There are those who are very opinionated while others fight battles from within
For some it takes alot to push their buttons while others are thin skin
The spotlight is very much desired by some while others feel a bit shy
You have those who just do what their told but others who ask why
You have those who break laws and would step on people's feelings
When it comes to helping o...
I cannot begin to explain the hurt I’m feeling. How can things that are in the past and honestly should not matter ruin everything that was perfect in my life. How do I constantly find myself in all the negativity and drama. Why am I always trying to be torn down and talked down upon. How can’t one person hurt me to where I feel I’m literally at the bottom again. I feel like I post something irreplaceable. I have been hurt so much it’s killing me. All I want is to be happy. I want my life to come together already. I’m sick of feeling like this incomplete puzzle that’s never going to be finished because the last piece is lost. But still. The scar in my heart constantly feels fresh, because it’...
Why are you yelling at mommy...
Dear Daddy...why are you threatening to burn us
Dear Daddy...why are trying to take my brother
Dear Daddy...why do you hate me?
Dear daddy...am I bad?
Dear daddy...why do you only care about my brothers what about me?
Dear Daddy...are you happy I hate you now?
Its hello at first then I love you
Why are we saying goodbye as your turning cold it's so hard to be strong when we are saying goodbye
When I didnt even get to say goodbye...
So I go to the bathroom so mum doesn't see me cry my eyes out I dont wanna say goodbye I wanna say I luv u
Um dia o amor vai bater na tua porta. Talvez uma, duas, três vezes, não sei, mas irá bater. Talvez você seja pego de surpresa, porque no fim das contas, essas coisas simplesmente acontecem. Não adianta muito ficar esperando, tão pouco tentar fugir dele. Pois sim, ele irá bater na tua porta, assim, sem avisar. Entrará de mansinho como quem não quer nada ou chegará de modo intenso e avassalador. E ficará por minutos, dias, meses, anos, até mesmo uma vida inteira.
Às vezes, acho uma besteira quem disse que você só encontra o amor uma vez na vida ou que vai desistir de encontrá-lo só porque um(a) idiota te magoou.
É fato. O amor irá bater na tua porta. Mesmo sabendo que às vezes a gente não irá ...
Dear little mice of a girl
She was shy too shy she made her first friend at age 7 but she was too shy to speak to her...
Little mice too shy it's been year and she can speak normally with friend even joined girl scout but when they started leaving Brownies going to next girl scout vest doing introductions she froze instantly poor little mice until her friends father called her mouse she snapped at him as she turned bright red at the embarrassing nickname she received even if it fit her quite well
So this new year getting rid of all the old storeies,all negativity and moving towards a brighter and better life
Life can be better only when we beat the challenges with our hardwork and passion
This year will focus on what is important and will not go with the flow but create my own road
I am born to win and make a difference
Wishing everyone a year full of positivity,motivation,dedication,hard work and love❤️
There she goes again,
Dancing on the wind.
The wispy, sweet refrain
Stirs for her to begin.
With dark, tangled tresses that reach to her back
She floats and is angled to a rhythmless track.
Free as the breezes she dances upon
And oh so dear to me,
Long after breezy days have gone,
The Wind-Dancer still she will be.