Biography of Cynthia Grieser
Born in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Cynthia is the last of forth children.
Cynthia Grieser Poems
I heard you in the whispering wind I saw you in the setting of the sun I met you underneath those clouds And I loved you through the storm
When people look at me they see an ordinary girl But when I look in the mirror? I see an extraordinary story I see that the prince came before the happily ever after
Curling chocolate brown swirls, hanging low Love the hair Pitch black with a hint of humor Love the eyes
She walked, walked in a hypnotized state Nine, nine, nine Lost in the Bermuda Triangle Nine, nine, nine
I found you in he song of the sea. Since then you have been all water to me. You are the peace of the still brook waiting. You are the joy of a hot spring laughing.
A picture's worth a thousand or they always say I never understood that saying until you're letter came-that day We had written back and forth, thousands upon thousands of words Yet you when that picture came that day you finally came to earth
You tell me life is fair? Look around. Is it fair I work longer hour to be pad less money? Is it fair jobs are turned down, because of the color of my skin? Is it when an item goes missing my family's accused?
Can'T And Can Believe
I can't believe you left. I can't believe you lied. I can't believe you left. You left me here to die.
With a kiss on the cheek and a basket in hand She sets off for a magical land With stars as her guild and bends in he road What lies ahead is hard t know
Before And After
I used to be strong before I meet you I used to be calm before I meet you I used to be giving before I meet you I used to be nice before I meet you
No matter how much I cling it slowly slips away And all those vivid colors are fading into gray That golden gleam is now a red rust And all those snow white pages have turned into dust
I coward in terror I shut my eyes tight Hoping the darkness could give me flight But screams filled my my ears
As A Child
It was looking at your pain that gave me strength It was by watching you stumble I learned to stand As I heard your stories I shaped my choices Now I have heard your cries
People will always ask me what I am If I tell them to guess this is what I get Mexican Cuban
People will always ask me what I am
If I tell them to guess this is what I get
These answers aren't right they guess an ethnicity, but not who I am