I was, I am, I who

To say you can't figure out who you are is all the proof I need.
We weren't made to conform and mold into society puppet,
We weren't built to have only one path,
We weren't designed to not make a difference.
We aren't the clay, we mold the clay that is our life.
To be the person we want and meant to be, not who we are to be.
It is so sad this is what I see today.
I was born and created to be a person who will make a difference, no matter how small or big.
I do not know how to get there, but I will.
I know getting there will be the hard yet fulfilling part of life.
This is who I am- I don't need to be accepted and rejection doesn't phase me.
Why should I worry about others perception of me, when they are just another person?
Why should I give them that power?
When you strip it all away I am just me and nobody exists that is exactly like me.
This is what I will teach my children.
           
                                                         Sincerely Fay,

Truths

Keep your held up,
because no one is going to do it for you.
Put one foot in front of the other,
that way you won't trip.
Stand strong- stay grounded,
because our roots are what makes us who we are.
Thank God because without him,
there would be no us...he is always there.
Stay true to yourself,
that does not include growing up-don't change your fundamentals.
That is all

                                 Sincerely Fay,

SILENCE IS A VIRTUE

Do you know how it feels to cry with no sound?
Pulling a blanket over her face so she can't see the shadows in her room.
A boy calling for his mother to come and rescue her from the overwhelming fists that rain down from a loved one.
A chubby child pushed over the edge by whispers and notes.
A human struggling with who they are popping pills to run away from it all.
A person too afraid to look in the mirror so instead they find comfort with the surface of a razor.
To a young man choosing to hit them books instead of women.
A girls' broken spirit tortured by a man's false promises.
A soul that is beyond another's mere discrimination.
A child heart whose thunderous beats will not be stamped out by the imperfect shoes of adults ideals.
A person who will not fear their parents rage, drinking all their pains away from the inside of the same bottle.
A father/mother who works to provide for the children sound asleep dreaming safely.
To that face who looks up and pray for another meal to come, but smile anyway when they get a penny.
To that young mom out there who holds it together even though the odds are against her, for the sake of her child.
To that kid who dreams big and stands tall no matter what they had to face in the past.
To a person who draws with their soul, a person who write to tell a story within their spirit, a person who dance and sing because they are free.
To all these people all around the world, your silent cries have been heard.

They Say What Naught They Know

               They say its locked up,
                in a holding cell.
              Buried ten feet deep,
                behind a brick wall.
              Covered in blood,
               beats numbed by pain.
            They say it don't exist,
                 because I'm too cold.
             Because Its all alone,
               behind those stones.
            That's what they seem to say.
               But they don't know,
        solitude is silence and silence is peace.
             That it's not chained down,
                its waiting to be released.
                It's underground,
           rising as bright as the sun.
            Beating like a drum,
Covered in the gold it outlines my soul.
               It is there, it exists,
Its past was etched in blacked, but its future unclaimed.
            Blood symbolize energy and life,
       not something as easy as pain.
It's relevant, It scare them cause' of things It is.
  It is  intelligent, beautiful, peaceful, caring, free, untamed,
          It is one spirit, one soul, one mind.
Some people refuse to believe in things they don't want to know.
       They say what will happen to it, now?
      Its a survivor, a trooper-it never gives up......
                      It is me.
                Who is "me"?
Look at your own reflection and answer- who are you?

                    -Sincerely Fay,
       

           
       

The Importance of Education...A POEM BY ME

                   Oh California weather why have thou forsaken me,
                 why have you pushed me through these rough mornings.
                   I would have so very well liked to stay under my covers,
            but to my dismay you have forced me from my bed and into the cold world.
                        I was hidden away and safe but then life happened,
              obligations to my future have cleverly caged me in a cycle- a process.
           Was the spellbinding lure for higher education with a promise for my future
                                         just a trick, did society trick me?
         No not I, have I fallen prey to some psychotic mind fuck, some sort of cruel trick.
                            Clever little trap you lay, and I have fallen prey.

FELLOW POET....

   While rummaging on tumblr I stumbled across a fellow poets' blog and normally I comment on what they did recently and move on to the next one, I guess you can say giving respect in a way. Well here is a poem I found after scrolling down a bit. It so funny because I myself have written something very similar to this...

{click the link below to read}

http://poetinside.tumblr.com/post/33574226298

Novelist in the Making...

     


                     Okay so I am posting this all over my other blogs as well. Okay so I am soon making the prologue to my new story....but first thing is first I need to tell you the concept that I have gathered. The story line (which i will try to follow) is as follows: 19yr old black/native american teen girl coming from a rough and mysterious past end up in her first year of college where she will experience the weirdest things that are outside her "norm." Expect this to differ from yet resemble a lot of paranormal/romance/ dark novels. This is the cover I have currently :

Sincerely Fay (optimistic),