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The Beauty Of The Beast"Idiot get over here and get me fresh water Gil yelled.
Forgive and forget I quoted grandma as I picked up the wash basin and walked quickly toward the door. "Yes master"
"Kumiko come brush my hair and play with me.” Angel an innocent and downright cute, five year old, yelled while running into the room and accidently running into me. I watched as if in slow motion as the bowl flew backward out of my hands and onto the ground while the water spilled all over my enraged master.
"You worthless piece of eggs, you and the rest of the namida family are useless why my father keeps you around me will never know" Gil surveyed the area and growled as his grey eyes fell upon the broken washbowl on the ground. "You ruined my mother's basin I'll show you a lesson" he took a piece of pottery and started to cut my skin, Engraving into my face starting at my ear and working it through my cheeks, noses and even my left eye. Thrusting the knife into my throat he started to cut deep into the carti
Telling Dreams Once upon a time there was a girl. She had jet black hair and a scarred flushed face. Her eyes showed only a little of her Japanese ancestry and her skin was paler than a ghost in the moonlight. Currently she is in her fifties or sixties but not everyone knows her story. In fact barely anyone knows it. Kai knew even at a young age that she was different it wasn’t her complexion or the fact that she was a vampire –she wasn’t- she was just different in her own ways. This is her story the story, a tale no one knows.
Kai laid in her bed with the Barbie printed sheets tangled around her little body. In her dreams she just hung in the darkness. The pit black surrounded her like a blanket and went on forever. There was only one light a pure white ribbon that weaved around her body in a infinity sign and did not stop. This was her happy place. A place she could g
I Come From
I come from rolling hills of emerald grass that swiftly changes into golden waves of an ocean
With spaced out comfy homes wrapped in the weeping widowed willows and palmetto bugs
Where my home is located on the one and only Main Street of a town lost in the past
We are not a community of low cut shirts and sagging pants.
We are modest, determined, old souled, and depleting like so many others
We are Corrupted by an enemy that lives a meager 30 minutes from us
I come from the worn building on the end of the street topped with a steeple
But when you open the doors where are all the young people
We whisper ancient hymns, scriptures and prayers
It is where we bow are heads and pray throughout Sunday on creaky wooden kneelers
Then we take the body of our one true salvation hoping that it will save us from damnation
I come from a hardworking ma, a disappearing dad and a cultural kaleidoscope
My grandparents were my second parents, and my stepdad my real dad.
A place where we say mahal kita n
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