My Individuality

April 9, 2008
By Kristine Dalmacio, Taylors, SC

Her hair as black
As charcoal lit up
By the burning fire

Authentic dish plus
Almond-shaped black
Eyes equals a foreigner

A math problem awaits…
Her mind works like an
Everlasting machine

The room is silent
A sense of eerie ness
Fills the room
A spotlight falls on her
She sits down on a chair
Staring at a blank space
Lips tied shut

Cobwebs cling to her
Her arm trembles
She felt a fuzzy creature
Land on her back
Her head turns, eyes widen,
Her mouth shaped like an “O”
She screams and runs in
Circles for the longest time

The glass breaks, the bed is undone,
Water spilling in different directions
Kristine’s hand touched material
Things like a wizard casting a bad
Spell on them

A slow texter time a fast
Writer equals uniqueness

Proverbs 31:30
Charm is deceptive and beauty
Is fleeting; but a woman who
Fears the Lord is to be praised

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