Grateful Dharqe BarBie's blog: "Thoughts"

My face plain

awkward in look

noticeably clumsy in my own skin

a quiet tongue afraid to speak

a mind thirsty always seeking knowledge

a passion for life fueled by struggles

no less a person , no more a fool

on my sleeve a sensitive heart beats

counting blessings like minutes to raise my self esteem

I am not your perfection

I grow leery of your definition of words such as beauty and intellect

Shall I question my worth just because I do not fit your quintessential mold

the things you define as beauty can only fade with time

lines form and take over where perfection once dwelt

the mind slows with age forgetting the quotes you once threw around

as if they were your own

I think I shall let my passion be my beauty

my thirst for knowledge my intellect

for fiery passion can never be extinguished

a true thirst never quenched