Beyond the margins

Days and days pass by i look bak and i realise i still stand there...
tears are hard to control...
neva was so weak...
Deprived of confidence...
Hating myself was neva so intense... a girl like me esp. who loves herself... the feelin of Self-detest is depriving me of my best...
these strong feelings - hatred accompanied with the feelin of betraying my folks is surrounding me... i dont know???I was neva so restless and stressed out...
I jus wish if i could run out from (every) one around...
I pray to my God... Oh God my strength... Please take me bak to those days where I was sleepless jus to work hard and not because of stress...
take me bak to those days where i belived and relied only upon myself and not on anyone else...
to those days where i had no one special around me to make me feel they are imp than my Goal...
to those days where i was a better person worrying about better things and was transforming and developing myself day by day than falling and failing...
give me courage to hold myself up and stand-stand and climb this hard but not impossible path to place myself back on those missed out paths of my blessed destiny... failure is good if tasted and learnt out of it-once but would kill one live if its sustaining...
I don't want to repeat my mistakes and failures... please gimme strength BEYOND THE MARGINS OF MY EMOTIONAL ABILITIES TO PUSH HIM OUT  AND GAIN MYSELF... dont want to b like rest of the world...
lemme gain myself...
Am the Girl Aspiring to Inspire...

Best Poem written By an African Kid...

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?