Poetress

How can a broken heart mend mines with the knowledge that pain brings?

I suppose words handcrafted from the soul provokes your conscious to sing.

I am caressed by the words of inspiration rooting from “Still I rise”, that bestows a brown faced girl with

courageousness and pride.

Love, fear, and boldness all derived from one

Poetry has raised me to what I have now become.

Beauty has no face, nor does beauty have a skin

Beauty originates from the intentions that lies within.

So here I am inflicting beauty with my words that will hopefully withstand the test of time,

and my thoughts that derive from numerous beautiful minds.