Every rose, has her thorns

The weaker sex they say...
the delusion that they portray
about a woman about the queen
she gave birth to a man,
but she, the weaker sex, she will be.


To the foolish man that thinks that she's the weaker one,
 have you ever thought if she's so weak
why does she gets to be the one, that carries the child,
 the one that takes care of me,
 the one that I relay on my whole life,
 without her I would not even be me?

Oh physically she's weaker!
 No, you foolish man, she's stronger than you,
 her body is made to carry you, your child, your grandchild,
your whole ancestry in her wonderful womb.
She cries, therefore she's weak,
if you lived a life in her shoes,
all you would do is weep.
Every woman needs a man....
Wait just a second,
 didn't that get proven wrong when God gave Mary a son without a man??

The foolish mind that thinks that she's of the weaker sex,
 always marries the one that he thinks he can manipulate.
Don't be fooled by the queen that you think you can torture,
she will get hers back and it may just cost you a fortune.

Never think you own her because
 before you know you will be running errands, all for her.
Never take her for granted, she's a unique creature,
if she likes to be submissive to you don't take advantage of that feature.
Get complacent and she will be looking for your replacement.
You foolish man who thinks she's the weaker one,
 never forget that you are brought into this world by a woman.
Anytime you find your self tripping over that,
talk to your mother and listen to her labor pain.
If you ever find yourself in a position to take your anger on her, stop ,
 think, and wonder, if this is the key to my own generation,
why do I want to hurt her with my frustration.
Very often people say it's a lot harder to raise a daughter,
what if she marries the wrong man, what if he tortures her...
 Foolish people only think this way,
if I ever have a son, I will worry more for him,
 what if he marries a woman that can crush him and maker him suffer in pain.

Never pity a woman no matter what situation she's in,
 pity a man that pushes her to the line that wears so thin...

Next time you look at her as a weaker sex,
imagine your mother and think, would I think of her the same way??

Share the pain
share a stain,
share the color
share a vein,
share the sun,
share a mom,
share the issue
share a tissue,
share what you like,
share what you love,
share everything and
you're never going to be alone.

The Circle

Being me that's all I can be
it's been that way since the first day...

Is that real events or is it just
letters, posted on this world of delusions...

Delusions and reality it's all getting blurry
like a beautiful painting of a tired painter
who doesn't know whether to paint a sunset or a sunrise,

Sunrise, the beautiful feeling of waking up and being
grateful for everything that you have been given and taken from,
waking up in a certain state and still wanting to keep smiling,

Smiling, that contagious disease that is the best medicine
in this world, it is the only free medicine,
so why are we so selfish with it?

Selfishness,
I am grateful I never understood it,

Understanding life,
Simply setting REAL expectations from people and life,
opening those beautiful eyes
and stop living in a dream world....

Dream world..... only good for setting goals
for life's achievements,
Dreams do come true but the difference is in details....

Details, those important moments,
details, how many relationships have you taken,
how many jobs have you ruined,
how many people have you killed,
how many educations have you destroyed,

So when asked why do I pay attention to
every little detail,
because details will either make you or break you.

Oh that beautiful mind,
that wonders so beautifully
like a beautiful butterfly on
field full of daisies and dandelions
that flies so freely from flower to flower

Flower, never stop giving flowers to
your dear friends,
they may just be the key to a beautiful relationship,

Relationships, the key that makes the world go around
and unites us all......

The perfect present

No diamonds in this world can put a smile on my face anymore,
the joy of roses comes only when they are blossoming free in the ground,

The chocolates don't even taste the same,
They are just not my favorite anymore,

As the years go on and I learn the real meaning of life,
I realize that the perfect present is a prayer.

A friend that prays for you is the friend that
truly loves you,

Because diamonds get old,
cut roses die,
chocolate makes you happy temporarily
but a prayer......
a friends prayer can last a lifetime..

So if you love your friends
say a good prayer for them,
wish them well,
only those that you pray for,
you truly care for.

Mama

To explain her love with the words,

is impossible,

to try to explain love for her 

is impossible,

to try to measure all that she does

is impossible.

While we're little she's everything to us,

all that we believe in,

all that we love,

all that we run to,

all that we know,

When we are little she's everything,

Only once you grow up and become an adult

you learn the true value of having such queen in your life,

only once you become a person you've wanted to become,

you realize the love, because she is the only person

that was there,

when you were a crazy teenager,

when you were dumb in early twenties thinking you know it all,

when you were in the mid twenties facing some of the biggest life changes,

when you were molding yourself towards your happiness,

when you were shedding habits and people that didn't allow you to blossom,

when you were slowly accomplishing your own independence,

when you realized what truly makes you happy,

when you faced the biggest fear of your life,

when you felt the moment of becoming a mom....

Only then, you realize that all the love you had for her,

was just a tear drop compared to the ocean of love she has for you,

Sometimes you drive each other crazy,

sometimes you grow different ways,

sometimes you don't understand what you're both trying to say,

but no matter what, no matter who,

A love between mom and a daughter 

is stronger than any glue, 

it's bigger than this world's obstacles and concerns, 

and just like a beautiful rose,

the love just blooms and blooms. 

Don't need one day to show especially how much I care,

because honestly I've learned in this life,

tomorrow isn't always the next day,

So I take every second that I can show you 

and write it at least this way,

I LOVE YOU MOM IN EACH AND EVERY WAY!!

Anniversary to us........

You were you 
I was me,
Together it created a We.

You had your life,
I had mine,
We gently joined hands 
And started living life 

You didn't try to change me
I didn't expect you to change 
And without any fuss 
We accepted everything that was strange.

Three years have  evaporated,
It was like yesterday when 
You said 
"Let's get married tomorrow
I will not be eliminated,
Not out of your life
Not out of your heart,
I want to make you my wife"

We knew each other 
For two months only
And I was the crazy one
That agreed to be
Your one n only.

God makes no mistake,
He puts those that fit together,
Brick with a brick
Stone with a stone
Together we have built 
Our loving home.

To thank you for last three years
Would be the wrong,
Instead I do what I always do,
I thank God for keeping us so strong.

Writings on the paper

As much as we would like to believe
that this life is what we imagine it to be,
but somehow all of our worries
and joys,
loves and
moves,
come from the writings on the paper

Whether it's a birth certificate that
we want to see,
our traveling papers,
our house deed,
a paycheck,
a test,
a diploma,
a love letter,
a doctors note,
a map,
a prayer,
a marriage certificate,
a divorce certificate,
an acceptance letter,
a thing that we cannot see,
but all our loves, excitements
worries, battles, hurts and joys
come from
writings on the paper..............

Hello Pretty Lady

Hello Pretty Lady,
Hope you're doing well,
I know things have changed within you,
but no one can tell.

The pretty lady that changed
just like the seasons do,
she's endured miracles and challenges,
and she held it together with
a superwoman glue.

Who's this pretty lady that I speak of
so fondly, you ask...
You won't see her on the cover of the magazine,
you won't see her on a big screen,
you won't even recognize her by the shade of her skin,
But yet she's the prettiest lady you've ever seen.

The pretty lady,
isn't defined by the size of her dress,
the tightness of her skin,
or the style of her hair,
Those things to her are just a temporary cover up,

The pretty lady that deserves all the credit,
has the heart filled with love,
no matter how much hurt she endured,
her words are alway positive and refreshing,
the negativity around her doesn't even come near her,
oh and that beautiful smile,
it lights up a room when she walks in,
no matter how much she wants to cry,
she keeps it within,

So if you are a pretty lady that I speak of today,
Hello to You and have a nice day!

Beautiful imperfection

I promised myself I would never call you perfect,
that I would never cheat you of improvement,
growth and personal development,
I never want to cheat you of capability of
 loving yourself just the way you are,
or loving those around you for all the
differences that they have to offer.

If I tell you that you are perfect,
how will you want to be better each day
If I tell you that you are perfect
how will you want to spread your wings and try to fly,
If I tell you that you are perfect
how will you chase after the knowledge this wonderful world has to offer.
If I tell you that you are perfect
how will you love your friends who are so different than you,

Instead I will tell you that you are imperfect
and that is just beautiful,
Your flaws, your differences, your goals,
they are all imperfect
and that is beautiful.

Your friends my love are imperfect
but love them just as they are,
they will all come in different shapes, sizes, colors,
 backgrounds, different beliefs,
but that is beautiful.

Your mind,
and those ideas that shine like the brightest star on a dark night,
those are imperfect but they are beautiful,
but always look for a better version of them,
always be hungry to learn,
always be best friends with a book,
always stand your ground and know that your imperfect is beautiful.

You are a woman,
so you will be judged for everything you do,
and that's just fine,
but you have to do it twice as better
twice as amazing,
twice as imperfect,
because imperfection is beautiful.

Your strength,
some days you will be able to carry the world in your hand,
and some days you won't feel like you can lift a hand of sand,
and that's just fine,
you are not perfect,
and that's beautiful,

The key to it my love,
is to never want to stay the same,
change your imperfection,
change your way,
change your mind,
change your day,
change your clothes as many times
you wish in one day,
but never change your heart,
because I will always love you
just as you are.

Imperfect you are
my dear little love,
and that's just fine,
because that's simply beautiful.

Your faith is already written and
remember God makes no mistakes,
so love yourself the way you are,
imperfect in every way.

No matter what you do,
no matter what they may say,
Remember you are beautiful,
in each and every way.

when he was my man

He never bought me flowers,
never said I care,
he never said I love you,
but he was always there.

He bought me mother's day presents
even though I wasn't a mother at the time,
he said " you are a mother to every child that comes your way"

He never promised me a future,
but conversations with him took me to a timeless place,
He knew how to tickle my mind,
played the songs of my heart,
he even danced to my favorite band.

He never claimed me by any titles,
he never let go of my hand,
He showed me some of the most beautiful places,
even though emotionally he wasn't there.

He always made me feel like a queen,
that should be with another man,
his heart wasn't with me
when he was my man.....