Aisha Mone't [Mone't] (Seattle, Washington)
Aisha Mone't Poems
The Magic Of Spring
I look to the left, then to the right, and i wonder at the sight, flowers blooming,
Because Who Is Youer Than You?
You think you know me, but do you really? Because who are you to tell me who I can and cannot be?
I'Ll Always Be There For You
In darkest night, In brightest day, no matter how far away, if you need to run away,
Life The Great Mystery.
Life is a mystery always changing, always turning, life is always being made, and life is always stopping,
This Is Who I Was Meant To Be
This is who I was meant to be, no blinds or shades to hide my light.
Mirror On The Wall, Why Are You The Most...
I wonder why I look upon with such hateful a glare and judgemental eyes My mirror, My mirror on the wall makes fear that I am not fairest of them all.
The Man With The Plan
In his dinky little lab, sat a very madman, He liked to bring things to life; things that were icky, sticky, bad.
When I Die,
When i die, i wish to die pure. To still have my beliefs intact. To not have fallen prey like so many others, I wish to be different.
Brothers; they make you laugh haha, they make you cry, and sometimes there as annoying as a sticky piece of Apple Pie. but once you get past the sticky to sweet taste,
Money Can Make A Fool Out Of Anyone
i wish dear sir, that you could understand how much i care, but no. you are blinded by your greed,