She was born December 15th,1991. Three years later she was adopted in the Clark Family. She had a beautiful, very imaginative childhood. When she was in 5th Grade she met a girl named Shelbie. At the time, she thought poems were not cool. But when the time came for her to mature slowly into the 'real world' things began to change.
As she got older, she began to collide with problems with her life, so she began writing poetry to sooth her mind and thoughts. It actually worked. So, now today, speaking in the present, she has named her 'alibi' Lady Lyrical Kay. It comes from the first letter in her actual name, Katrise.
Don't ever judge a book by its cover,
because only the good things you look for are in the index,
but what you skim over,
makes you feel you're too complex.
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Minding my business, I always stay quiet, I can't laugh too loud or I'm subject to crying.
Deep inside, I wanna weep like willows, but it seems I'm dysfunctional; my tears don't absorb in my pillow.
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1 I figured one day, that, that fate would come my way,
2 but hey, if it does, if it don't, it doesn't.
3 I realized, in my mind, with my soul beside, me,
4 I can feel comfortably, simplistically, in a
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Why release me from where I never wanted to be, then wipe me away, so innocently, but yet phaselessly? I am a tear, yet you wasted me. I never asked God, to make me, to be what I am; a tear. Even though I hold emotions, and show you what I can do, doesn't mean wipe me away. That's such nonsense. I represent many emotions; hatred, sorrow, joy & happiness, sadness and much more. Why make me be wasteless, when I want to set in your pores and hug you? Why let me dry up, like a shriveled prune, and let everyone [every other tear] touch the other parts of your toned & chiseled body and NOT me? If you decide why you always waste me, and wipe me away, be strong and let me stay in my hiding place. I would love to stay there and be warm. I'd rather like to see what beautiful things your encounter in life, than be wasted.
My POV
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