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Eleven Fingers Ingrate. – ‘Lacray
Nwanyioma, how my heart races
Upon being informed by your perfume
And then it stops like a clock
Disarmed of its battery
when you touched my shoulder
All these little things that you do and I’m moved
When o! When shall you approve?
Maybe when the rivers don’t run no more
Or my foot is wholly sore
From visiting in ungodly times
Because I see only with feelings for you.
When a seed is sown
Growth is inevitably the way to go
But not even a sprout to die
Even though I begged for a sign
All I got was one to sigh
To whine and smile like a child
Oma, delight of many eyes
Your brown eyes flashes bright
So bright it sees through my soul
Burning with flames leaking through my nose
“Burn fur all I care!” What a nightmare
Well, it’s eleven in the afternoon
Eleventh myrrh received with her eleven fingers
“Roses would grow in our blood
But only if we water it from gold jars”
The nightmare begins to continue
Only if I’d sleep a little more.
NAOMI IS A SCAR
To think that I, a restless ant
Slept beneath the sun and behind the moon, cowered
Just to peruse a picture of her to a cant
And all my ego, mojo and emotions lowered
I mustav lost it
But she stirs the photographer out of his chest
Moves the bard s to a great retard
Confuse the engineers and the rest
Who for her false but adorable smile they adore
They mustav lost it too
Naomi’s eyes sunken deep
In the chocolate mold she has for a face
And her nose pointing east
Though she never told a lie to my face
She is a scar
A patch in the mind of every eye that looked
For her, jealous will be Venus
And Aphrodite would choose a nook
Her presence will disguise a bad news
Naomi, are you from Mars?
On and on and on I’d go
And take the wayfarer’s plight
If she was sculpted in Seoul, yet not gold
I’d trade a glance for power and might
Yes, I have a plan!
Naomi, Marvis and Charl-es and the others
Made “beauty” a cliché
You’re just a girl with an exceptional appearance
“Beautiful” is still the word, touché!
For you, even a coward would be a man
For Naomi, whose beauty fails descriptions
As a student you probably would not believe us if we tell you that you are absolutely naive and no, you are not on top of the world. You will soon graduate from the university, service year is going to be awesome (at least according to the stories you’ve heard). After service, you are going to get a job, have a family, build a home, become a millionaire and live happily ever after.
There is just one problem with your plan. The only problem with your plan is the real world.
This article is to let students know things to look out for before they graduate so they don’t get railroaded.
1. A Degree Does Not Entitle You To A Job
We all know getting a degree means a lot of hard work and commitment, but because you have a degree does not mean somebody is going to grant you…
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… and i watched pretty little liars waiting for the end of thesame kind of suspense but to no avail. i stopped on the 4th season feeling bad for watching that much. A is everybody and nobody, A is a friend and an enemy, A is perfect and can never be caught, A doesn’t have a face. A is me at last. Some movies are too real to be real
I watch a lot of movies. There was a time when I thought I’d be in movies, but I’m past that now, just as I’m pretty sure I’m never going to walk on the Moon or play centerfield for the Yankees. Acting looks like fun, and pays well, too, but then I found out that you have to go to auditions. The first time I sat at a table and tried to sell things at a flea market, I discovered that I have a low threshold for rejection. I quickly reach that point where I’m tempted to grab people by the throat and demand to know what they’re looking for. That wouldn’t be a helpful reputation, I suspect. Word would soon spread that I’m a temperamental artist who’s hard to work with, and there goes my career.
Since abandoning the acting profession, I’ve settled into my new role as an…
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Decide not to blink
If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a thousand times.
“Enjoy every minute.”
“They’ll be grown before you know it.”
“It goes by so fast.”
In my pre-motherhood days, I thought these were just the sentimental musings of people who were either being dramatic or who couldn’t think of anything else to say and so they just made the token grandparent statements they’d heard other people make.
At one time, it even frustrated me. After being encouraged yet again not to get in a tizzy about dishes and housekeeping because I’d have plenty of time for those things when the kids grew up, I thought to myself “Lady, I am cherishing my children, okay, but I can’t just sit and look at them all day long! At some point, I HAVE to do the dishes…”
But that was just my hormones talking; if I was being more honest with…
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