Believing That You Can
LifeLife is like a beautiful painting.
Sometimes it’s hard to explain.
The colors of life flow together like trees blowing
in the wind with every stroke of the brush.
The painting of life comes together like memories that
are planted indelibly in your mind.
Each painting has its own unique style
each color of life tells different stories with every
color of the rainbow; each color expresses its own emotions.
Whether it’s good or bad,
we must paint our own beautiful painting, called life.
We hold the brush and life is our canvas.
We must live life to its fullness and remember
we can make life beautiful; we must cherish it for ever.
Georgette Philpot is a student of Columbia Career and Adult Education
and the Columbia Family Literacy Academy. She is a dedicated mom to
her son, Jacquez and with her beautiful smile she strives to brighten the
days of others she comes in contact with.
Rebirth
You...consumed with hurt
Who lived in the dirt, who took a breath and only saw death
tried to fly, but learned it was all a lie
You born out of love now stained with hate
suffer with pain and hide your tears under the rain
You took the blame, look in the mirror and see only shame
Wake up and be reborn Take that road and deliver you soul
Either way someday you’ll have to let go
Emerge from that mud and bravely grow
Open your petals all over the wind
And be like a lotus that Blooms, shines, and sings.Glenda Diaz is a student at The English Center.
I Am
I am the five letters I've been given.
The questions I ask, the words I have written.
I am the memories of my past, lessons I've been taught.