JaMaIcA

JaMaIcA
My Birth Land

Change!!

Its all about searching for my full IDENTITY. I may have an idea of who I am, but still I'm sure there's more to find out about me. Even though I change my name often, the person who I am don't change with the name change. That happens over time

I'm the type of person who loves change, new surroundings, and new people. Things that hold me back from what or who I want to be, I try to dismiss! No questions asked. I see the world through the eyes of forgiveness, but I never forget.

The ability to heal! not fully but to the point where I learned that I can move on. Everyone need their little space and given there is respect you will give it to them, why not?

Age 22, I love to write, words don't come easily to me but I try my best. I falter as in anyone else but I pick myself up, dust of the dirt, and continue to walk ahead.

I want to change right now. I'm looking for that single thing in me that sparks a fire and shows everyone that I am different. That I am ME. Areka. The black girl with freckles who loves dancing even when no one is looking. Mostly I want to show myself. Starting off with just writing, writing about nothing, writing about something.

The point where I am in life is a struggle. This new transition. But I'm learning to walk myself through it

OLD((Last year in college!!!*laughs* I can't believe it. Its still hard for me to think that I'm about to be a college graduate, An accomplishment that is beyond itself. It was just yesterday I was graduating from Jr. High School, braces, acne and all. lol I guess I cant live in the past forever, you know.))OLD

NEW*I'm out... now lets see whats in stores for me.*NEW

Peace. & hair grease lol
♥ Ny-Jahri




Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Me in a Nut-Shell

My thoughts are private
a gateway to my reality
I assume a position
where I am my own enemy
as well as my own best friend
I get lost in a deep conversation
I naw at my own faults
I choke on my own fears
I cry during my sad moments
I sulk at my disobedience
I laugh at my own jokes
My hope.....it sometimes fade
resisting the pull of acceptance
it is what it is...NO IT'S NOT
it is what I make it to be
I am weak
I am strong
I am HUMAN
I may be right
but as well as be wrong
I fear not being..me
Stuck in a bubble of thoughts
my hope continuing to fade
until its no more
Posted by at 10:51 AM

2 comments:

Don said...

A real human being, I loved this piece. It mirrors my exact sentiments towards my own self.

October 10, 2008 12:40 PM
La-Jari said...

thank you hun

October 10, 2008 6:50 PM

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