Waking up to a world thats forever cold
With the sun's rays shining but we cant feel its warmth
Whats the purpose of this life does anyone know
I think i do but who really knows
Everyday steady striving to survive
We forget to live the life that we continue to question why
Why do we chase things that only bring temporary happiness?
Why do we constantly jumble the real meaning of success?
Wanting to just be happy
We refuse to do the things that will truly bring us joy
and instead play with our lives as if they were toys
Men not caring about their babies
Women steady having babies then struggles to raise them
Why? When its all so simple
Do the things that make you happy and brings value and self worth to your temples
We all have them
Our minds, bodies, and souls
But it seems like no one cares anymore
Why? Whats your reason?
Is it the money, cars jewels and clothes that keeps you blinded through the seasons?
Every year its the same things
Same music, same meanings
But yet I still rock to it
What can i say im a victim of it
I guess thats what i gotta do to get your attention
But thats not where im gone end up, did i mention
Who I really am
So blinded you cant see for yourself
Im a Queen stuck in a world full of material things with no meaning that doesnt interest me
Its not easy not being easy
Not trying to offend
But I refuse to pretend
That this is it for me
For all of us really
can you.... Better yet Will you choose to look past it
I hope but you doubt it
Lets not argue about it
You gotta remember these are just my thoughts
Think about it
L.Michelle
Queen Le
(Just a dream)
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The New World: The Awakeing
Opening my eyes to complete darkness would usually scare the shit out of me but for some reason this time I was not. Everywhere I turned, everywhere I looked there was only darkness. Chills started to go up my spine and threw my chest as if something was encouraged me to look around and explore. Why walk around nothing I thought to myself when while I stretched my arms out in front of me as if I was blind and looking for something or someone to guide me. I do this for what seems like hours. All of a sudden, I felt something cold like how metal feels when its cold outside yet it was soft and smooth like the foam balls we used to use when we played dodge ball in gym class. I didn’t know if I was touching a wall, a window or a door. I was just happy that I was touching an object. So I stopped and started to push.
Really feeling stupid as fuck I got mad and started to punch the object. Then I got that feeling again but it was stronger and it made me breathe heavily. Something inside me told me to turn around. It wasn’t like a real voice. I wasn’t hearing voices. I was more like a feeling; a strong urge to do something without knowing the reason why. So I did and I saw a light. This light was different. I started to walk towards this magnificent light. As I got closer, I started to feel emotions, overwhelming emotions. It felt like the rays of the sun was warming my body, lifting my spirit, and embracing my soul. The color of this light was like nothing I had ever seen before or have I?
When I was 5, It was a Friday night- I remember it like it was yesterday. My grandma always gave me extra homework on Fridays since I was what you called a “gifted child”. Even though I was only 5, I had the Science, Math and Reading grade levels of a 3rd grader. She said I had to stay on my toes. The homework she gave me wasn’t any ordinary homework and she made sure I took my time and answered every question to the best of my abilities. . I wanted to go outside so badly before it got too dark because I was terrified of the dark.
I loved nature, bugs, animals fish; it didn’t matter I loved them all and for some reason they just took to me; all of them. That’s the day I saw the sky turn. The colors were so amazing- Fuchsia, purple and green; all at the same time. As I was catching my last lightening bug my grandma called for me “Lyric Sadé It’s about that time.” Being obedient, she only had to call once. I was a weird kid. I always thought that everyone had a purpose for being and every action and effect had a meaning. The sky being those colors just had to mean something.
“Grandma the sky is beautiful,” I said trying to stay outside as long as I could.
“It sure is little bit. You ready to let your friends go and get ready for bed?” she answered back. Looking down at the jar not ready to let them go yet I replied, “Grandma what does it mean when the sky looks like that?” as I pointed to the sky. Code, she said the sweetest thing a grandma could say when she doesn’t know the answer, “Oh baby that’s just God laughing and smiling down on us and since he’s God, he doesn’t just turn one color, her turns as many colors as he wants.” Being 5 that was a good enough answer for me.
As I reached the radiant light, I was no longer cold. Flashes of light hi at me from every angle like I was the next A list celebrity with a sex tape and TMZ had the rights to my first official statement. But I didn’t get the feeling of being ashamed or disgusted. I felt loved and respected. Looking up to the sky there wasn’t a cloud in sight and those colors fuchsia, purple and green were everywhere. I thought to myself, God is happy. As I looked around and saw all the people so happy; so content it was like I was feeling all of these emotions for myself. Not a car in sight, skyscrapers nonexistent. No one was begging for food or money; everyone getting along. The more I walked, the more I felt.
As the wind blew through my hair and my clothes that I didn’t remember putting on; it’s like the wind carried a message that blew to me then through me then on to the next living creature. The wind whispered “War no more.” I felt my soul smile. Then a teenager and his dad walked passed and the boy asked, “Dad what’s war?” I had this feeling of being worthy, successful and free. Another gust of wind hit me. This time the message carried the feeling of being full. Full of what you might ask; I got the feeling of being full of hope, love, compassion and prayer.
There was no such thing as a poverty line- above or below. Everyone had a purpose- a reason for being. The use of money was no longer needed. Greed, envy, all of the 7 deadly sins were things of the past. Strange foods filled the plates of the cafés that covered the streets yet they smelled so familiar. The streets were not covered in pavement; mostly grass and were people walked there was this material that had the color and durability of tar but if you feel on it you wouldn’t hurt yourself. The only fears were of dying from old age- nothing else. Looking around I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Just as the sun set you could see the three moons of earth. And a freakishly large planet that looked like Saturn but the rings were very different. The planet looked similar how Earth use to look except there was very little water and the ring s around the planet were all different sizes. As the moons it up the sky, the trunks of the trees and it’s leaves had this luminescent glow to them that started at the tip of the leaves and moved swiftly to the branches, through the trunk and into the grass and ground making the use of street lights not needed. It seems like we now receive nutrients from not only the sun but the three moons as well.
Lightening bugs flew all around me like they use to when I was a kid except these lightening bugs glowed neon colors- pink, orange, yellow, green; my own little bundle of personal fireworks. As they surrounded me, I felt as if these little flying insects were saying, “Thank you thank you thank you!” Then from a far I heard a man with a familiar yet unfamiliar voice say, “My Queen, my Queen it is time.”
Then I woke up.
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L.Michelle
Saturday, February 4, 2012
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