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What would I change


As I step out my front door, I would change the colors in which people see in. The need to label things in colors of red, white and blue, I would change the boundaries in which we are placed in. As a female, I wish to find my wings and soar and break that glass ceiling which contains my fellow others; to be let out in to a world where the lines of hatred, racisms and sexism do not exist.  I wish to confide in the words of world peace. Like a young adolescent, new and promising, I wish that my faith actually last to achieve this. I hope that it does not burn out like a candle but rather it burns for eternity as a beacon of hope and happiness.  And that it one day be an inspiration and bathe it’s warm light on others.

                I wish to change what the daughters of our world see when they look in the mirror. I want them to be strong and see what beautiful swans they are. I wish that they too one day have the strength to find their wings and fly to their purpose in life. I want them to look out their front door and have the education and bravery to change what they see. A world without hate, for I come from a world where hate reigns in ones emotion. A world united. For I come from a world where we battle for power. I ask myself, what is an American, a Mexican, or a Chinese? For all I see is a human being. I see intelligence and compassion, I see culture and determination.  WIth all these kept in mind, you can say that this girl wants to change the world. 

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Jellybean

It's quite funny this world we live in. Funny how some say the good always die young and everything happens for a reason.What makes this person more successful than the other, what makes his smile prettier than hers. Who are we to determine the requirements of what a failure really is. So in the end darlings, just be you. Don't worry about anything else but you. Don't let anyone tell you who you are, what you are meant to be, or what you are worth. Because you are as priceless as a dream. You are unique as a grain of salt.

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