Posted in life, original

Color of Morning

Hues of orange splash the sky

Splattered like magnificent painting greeting the early commuters off to work

I sigh a little as I saw only a glimpse of it

I wanted to pause the moment before the busy day and just bask in awe under it

The sun showing its glow but not quite the full show

I take a photo of it in my mind and I smile inwardly thinking how beautiful the day will be

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Like Balloons

Like balloons I am colourful outside

But sensitive and fragile inside.

Playful, captivating, alluring

Also intelligent, insensitive, and all too caring.

Like balloons, I can be fun

Yet I can also be glum.

I burst and pop out joy

And also suddenly deflate and be annoyed.

I can be a pop of red or a subtle green

But also be blue and gray and in between.

I can be as put together like a bouquet,

But also, like balloons I often float away.

©Maria Michaela

Photo from: https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/318489004884687488/

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Different Kind of Beauty

I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty

Which is an irony

Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored

.

They look at me with envy

And say I’m lucky…

Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.

.

Almost everyone here wants snow white skin

While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful

But I don’t try to change my skin color

Unlike most I see around me

.

If beauty is just skin deep

Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful

I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm

Because of my intelligence and quirkiness

.

I’ll shed this pale white skin

And be a different kind of beauty

Posted in heartbroken, original

Stained

I used to see colors of different hues

Then I only saw all blues

Clouds once white now heavy gray

I think I’ll sulk here and stay

Love once pure, now it’s stained

Everything lost, nothing gained

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Whiteness, Paleness

She was a ghost!

White, no, pale

She was different from most.

Others loved her fair skin

Many coveted hear paleness

But she never liked her color, the same way she hated her chin.

She hated being thought of as pretty just because of her skin color

She wanted to be seen as more

Because she is more than just her skin color.

Posted in life, original

Color Me

Colors!

I wanted to see them

Life was getting dull and I was getting tired…all the time

I’d wish I was away to somewhere tranquil

Rather than stuck in this cubicle

If I saw colors, it would light me up

It would let me see the real beauty

To be more positive and be happier

Colors!

I need them now, more than ever

Posted in life, original

Filtered 

Her face

His posts

Their profile, is filtered.
They see the world

They take a photo

They share it so everyone else can envy them

But their life is filtered.
As if they live in a rose colored world

As if they are perfect

They go the extra mile just to get a million likes

Because their world is filtered.