I am only a poor girl, in pursuit of her dreams.
Everyday, it seems, life continue getting tougher.
Basking in the sun…
Shivering under the rain
I search for something greener.
Reformed and reshaped by the pressure of yesteryears…
And in hope of the future ahead, I struggle to make a mark.
When pain was the only means of survival…
And tears was the only means of letting emotions, in torrents.
I wonder if my dreams was still alive…
Or if like an early morning mist, they appear suspended.
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I am only a hungry girl, hungry to make a mark.
Everyday, it seems, life continue getting harder.
When family’s hope is on you…
And young ones gaze on with much expectations.
I just work hard to be on track.
Would life be a little easier?
So that I could loosen this grip
Because it appears like a choke on my neck and alone, I struggle to breath in the street of solitude.
I hope I got to tell my story someday…
Smiling and recounting the tale of yesteryears.
Bitter-sweet experience.
I might weep…
Tears of joy and of triumph because they were my peaceful outlets.
A friendly solace.
I am only a strange girl, in pursuit of her passion.
Working hard to be the best version of herself.
To be a strong woman, an Amazon.
With no time to fumble or grumble.
When you see me persevere…
When you see me fail…
When you see me moving to the East, west, north or south.
Stop me not…
Don’t call me crazy
Because I am only a hungry girl in search of her name.
And when you see those tears escape my eyes and fall in torrents…
Wipe them not, because I am getting stronger.
I am watering my garden.
See, I want something greener.
MMESOINSPIRES
