Sunday, November 25, 2012

Transformation


am changing.
I am metamorphosing into something
I don't recognize
Wisdom fits like 
Fancy shades on my eyes
I am eccentric
Confidence has transformed me
Into something different
And I love it!
I love myself; love the sparkle in my eyes
No need for disguises
I made up my mind to love myself
I have a happiness growing and strecthin
Catch this, I can't be caught
Go girl, go!
 Is the chantin
I hear in my heart
And the beat doesn't stop
It goes on and o
Setting my stage for an amazing tone
Of magnificence and accomplishment
So, this is what grandma meant!
When she spoke of a word
She called happiness

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