I’m other of 4 children. I have recently lost my second son to Sudden Infant Death, which has revealed to me what I really want to do. I write with a purpose, and that’s to inspire. I write so I don’t go into a depression or oppression.
Her heart was so cold from a story untold. It was no telling if she could ever start healing. Because every where she went people looked at her crazy. She had tattoos on her face to hide her pain. Being such a pretty girl had so many man knocking at her door. But little did they know how frozen her heart was. She was so young and everyone thought she was dumb for having tattooed her face and now she looked like a clown. Because many were scared because of what she had on her face, I could only imagine how telling her story would have them so much more afraid. So the tattoos only helped keep them away. She had secrets she wouldn't tell because she was so ashamed. There were people that hurt her and she refused to name names. And then I realized she was looking for something to gain. I was fooled into thinking that because I was given something it was with pure intention, but it was only to violate my space and stop my elevation. But because of who I am I used it for what it was meant for; to remind me of my purpose, to do things genuinely with no expectation
It was an accident; but somehow I ended up in this cage. I keep running into something called a window but I can not see and this food sucks. I like my fish fresh; I really enjoy the chase. I guess that’s how I ended up in this mess. All because I got hungry one morning and went out hunting with the guys. But let these “humans” tell it: I was out for human flesh. But I swear I thought she was an otter up there bobbing from right to left. I was always taught to stay away from there kind; and now I see why; they’ve got me locked up in this mess. I swim around all day and can’t seem to get away. All because I landed on that boat and didn’t have a way to get away. I’m hoping you’ll listen to my story and help me escape.
Pretty With a Purpose
As pretty as I am, I was created with a purpose. I was created not just to look pretty but I was created to protect you from the vampires, but some may refer to them as pests and insects, but I repel mosquitoes specifically. While you sit outside and gaze at me with pride, it pleases me to know how my beauty makes you smile. So I come annually to protect you for a while. I come in many colors, yellow, orange, white, red, gold and bicolor. But at the end of this story hopefully you don't judge me and like Marshawn Lynch you'll know what I came for! I'll say it again; it's to keep the blood suckers away. For I am a marigold; pretty with a purpose.