Bells will be ringing; oh and they are. You go to any grocery store and there stands someone ring-a-ding dinging away for you to donate some cash into that red bucket. I have no idea what it's even for, but I donate anyway, because its the season of giving, it's Christmas time. The time when you go into a store and you hear the same Christmas music playing over and over again, and by the time Christmas even comes you're so sick of it! When everyone drops a bomb on their wallet, and we all want the newest things! Why is it that the holiday season isn't so cheery anymore? Is it because were all selfish, and compete with our friends to see who gets the most stuff, or the best thing for Christmas? Well haven't you all watch Elf before? Santa doesn't come without Christmas spirit! So please just enjoy the health you have, that you're not in a hospital bed; dying. Enjoy the family you got, because it's all you have. Oh, and one more last thing, stop nagging about getting some big expensive gift for Christmas, because the best gifts come from the heart, and the IPhone 5 comes from a factory many long miles away.
Merry Christmas!
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Phenomenal Woman
Phenomenal Woman By: Maya Angelou
I'm so jealous of you. The fire in your eyes, the bend of your hair, inner mystery, you have it all; confidence. Why can't I be just a little bit more like you? There I am sitting in the class room, silent. I used to not be. I'm full of character, a triumph story, yet I'm silent. I'm like a plant ready to pop out of the ground. All I ever wanted was for someone to like me, to notice! I lack the confidence, but I can't seem to gain it. No inspiration I have lost my way- way back last year, and I am on this new road taking me to success, while all you guys sit in that desk thinking who to ask to the next dance, or where you'll be going on a damn mission, but none of you care about the now, then, or what really matters, because if you did than you'd take a chance to know me, know us, because were phenonmenal women.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/492
I'm so jealous of you. The fire in your eyes, the bend of your hair, inner mystery, you have it all; confidence. Why can't I be just a little bit more like you? There I am sitting in the class room, silent. I used to not be. I'm full of character, a triumph story, yet I'm silent. I'm like a plant ready to pop out of the ground. All I ever wanted was for someone to like me, to notice! I lack the confidence, but I can't seem to gain it. No inspiration I have lost my way- way back last year, and I am on this new road taking me to success, while all you guys sit in that desk thinking who to ask to the next dance, or where you'll be going on a damn mission, but none of you care about the now, then, or what really matters, because if you did than you'd take a chance to know me, know us, because were phenonmenal women.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/492
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