“If you look at her she is plain and white, blink your eyes and look again, she is filled with every color of this universe embedded in simplicity.”

She is a blessing that will be honored and missed by the void in the hearts and souls forever.

She holds a light within her which is a streak of beauty and abundance.

I take conscious initiative to self love my existence for better moments.

I pledge to set standards of what is acceptable to my sanity and what to phase out.

Every wind brings chaos and toxicity but it is upto me to transform with grace.

I will stand firm and tall like the sunflower and away from the line of damage.

I am a garden, that will only allow kindness and compassion to take roots.

Rise with the fire of survival and make the soul proud.

Grow from the fall of the game that was dealt as a lesson.

Slowly go forth with the drive to excel with compassion and intellect, far more beautifully than the fire that was to set ablaze the existence.

I understand that if it hurts, which it does immensely, I was being thawed, I was healing and blooming to feel and embrace the pain, so that I would grow from the seeds and roots of my story, into a tree of inspiration.

I am a woman whose realizing her aura, capacity and capability to thrive and excel, a woman who knows what personal feats are while branding her mark professionally and passion based.

Keep your senses on alert but let go of the burning fear, as you replace it with powerful faith.

The wings of hope, carries gracious grateful genuine smiles, of memories that paint the path of memory, with faith as a strong foundation.

Rare human beings have advised me genuinely on this earth and they are my treasures to cherish.

I am a warrior queen with a reincarnation aura of phoenix and wolf breathing within me, with the heart of a firefly and a woman of words mixed with wisdom.

If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.

What I need most of all is color, always, always.

How is it that the colors don’t seem colorful anymore? How is it that the child in me wants to live yet keeps dying more and more?

If anyone wants to abuse other people for whatever colour, race or creed they are, then it’s just stupidness, isn’t it?

I can’t have brown hair for some reason. I don’t think it goes with my skin tone. The second I see it turn brown in the sun, I dye it black – the blacker the better.

He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.

Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.

The great inlet by which a colour for oppression has entered into the world is by one man’s pretending to determine concerning the happiness of another.