How can I take this blank canvas and turn it into me: You want to know all about me? I think deep thoughts; I dream beyond the horizon, I’m a one of a kind strong African American female.
I jump through hoops, run past dreams, into the arms of me.
I depend on air to help me breathe, I trust in god to provide that air for me.
You tell me I can’t and I show you I can.
How am I turning this blank canvas into me: I use colors, words, feelings, sounds, touches, and kisses?
When I sleep at night and my dreams turn from black and white to color, I know that the next day I will awake, because the dreams I have dreamt, is about the day I have yet to breathe. How can I take this blank canvas and turn it into me, ultimately I’m trying to find me, find were my love begins and ends.
“Love is a poem I’ll spend a life time writing.”
When those words were uttered to me, my life became different, my all about me changed. When you’re a child you feel that those first crushes will make or break you, I know I did. Everyone believes they know what love is. I know when I was young I thought I knew what love was, until those words
“LOVE IS A POEM I SPEND A LIFE TIME WRITING” until those words were uttered to me, and only then I new my lifetime was just beginning.
Now I know, Love is a poem I will spend life time writing... More so, all about me is a canvas, I'll spend a lifetime painting, creating and contemplating.
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About Me
- MerCedes
- Buckeye, Arizona, United States
- Four years ago I was asked to write an all about me, I was sixteen years old and thought of my life as a blank canvas. I believed I had deep thoughts and dreamed beyond the horizon, I jump through hoops, ran past dreams, into the arms of me. I depended on air to help me breathe, while I trusted in god to provide that air for me. You tell me I can’t and I show you I can. That’s me, defiant of all odds in the pursuit of greatness. So far I have become the young woman I dreamt of being, only with life’s hardships and too many sufferings that followed me. I always find it interesting how people want you to some up your life in a page or two, when you’ve lived twenty pages; I guess nothing is fully inclusive. My father says that he has forgotten more now than I could know at my age, I presume that’s the point, to write an about me is suppose to be the great highlights of your life, from the many people you’ve known, loved and befriended. I love to think of my life as a blank canvas, a work of art never to finished, always willing, and able to add more. I feel comfortable ending this about me as the last, all about me is a canvas I'll spend a lifetime painting creating and contemplating.
Awesome post! I liked the way in which you related that line into your own life. You refer to it as not only love but also how time will be used to continue to work on your canvas. You did a great job in expressing yourself in this piece, you explain to us a little bit about yourself towards the beginning but by the end you explain that there is still more molding to be done. The post was very enjoyable.
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