Write and sign a poem that best describes yourself with a selfie as the paper.
The signed selfie poem with the most likes will receive PO Box #1001 for being number 1.
Tag your letter "selfie".
So I had this epiphany a couple weeks ago realizing what a great battle our daughters face. They live in a world based on comparison and perfectionism. They live in a world of instafame, filtered faces, photoshopped bodies, and who has the newest cell phone. Reality has taken a backseat, true beauty has been filtered out and things that are most important have been robbed from their lives. That day, as I was on the verge of tears putting on my bathing suit I had purchased last year when I no doubtably weighed a solid 15 pounds less I happened to glance at my 3 year old watching me. Her sweet face with chubby cheeks and solid little body perfectly made but very different than mine. In that mom...
Let there be an Echo
A gateway to my drug
Flush away by blood
From vains of faces
The sweet touch of breath
Be a delicate touch for my chest
They hear the claims
To open up the gates
Yet, one time again
To reveal the first rays
Of new born days
Waves silence words
Far away there may be an echo
To sumerge and wet my face
And encounter brilliance under water
I ask the tide to behave
But when the rush comes
And comes, and comes, and comes...
The guard stands aside,
Leaves the gate
Gives way to feal it once again
Let there be an echo...
I Still Have Hope at 3 AM
Somehow every night I wake up and I'm not sleepy anymore, I sit on my bed looking at the darkness scared to look at my phone because I already know that every time I do it the time its always the same.
Im was used to you calling me at that time when we couldn't text during the day and for the past 7 months we have not texted during the day.
Walking on the path of Destiny.
Against all of them.
Contrary to all their beliefs and mindsets.
Facing their critics and condemns.
Though I have fear of loosing everything,
Eternal sparkle always waves within.
Though I have no one to stand by,
The ultimate power taking care of my universe.
Even if I loose in this pursuit,
I can assure myself,
I didn't waste this beauty of life
In a trivial pursuits of Numbers.
I can stand still in this pathway,
Wavering and falling many times.
The only light I have is
No matter what they think
I know who I am
And what I mean to be in this
Joyful walk on earth.
No matter if I didn't gain attention of anyone,