I am Sheija of the Binshaban clan.
Born in the world of different/mixed cultures.
I am a descendant of Victor who is known for his great cat fishing.
Yet I can't catch one.
My lineage also includes Arabic language.
Aunts and uncles who have walked the streets in the "new land."
But yet I am a girl of wisdom.
My father is a man of freedom, who raised a fine young lady.
He taught me to be free like a bird with the whole world for me, and to sore the Sky's with my imagination.
He taught me to live life to the fullest and laugh as often.
My mother is a caring, loving woman who cared for others from East to West, North to South.
She taught me to love others as well as myself, to not take things for granted.
She taught me to love with all my heart.
In many years from now I will be wed to a great thoughtful man.
Together we will be a honored and powerful family.
A daughter from El Paso, TX. I am here before all of you
a modern day fashionista (Modern fashion God)
Inspired by the ideas, comments and photography of the fashion world.
I am a songwriter and wake the earth with my rhythm.
Bring the earth a gift of voice from the deep oceans to the blazing Sahara desert.
Its beat and catchy phrases bring joy, love, romance, and warmth of a thousand moonlit stars.
I have won many prizes in my name for my soulful writing.
But yet I learn what tone to play and what use of grammar as if it's like a piece from heaven.
I tell everyone to try to write a song, or to be a fashionista, or even to write a poem from heaven.
I am very capable in writing touching moving songs and stories , from 7th grade writer to the warmth and joyful thought I have today.
Many years to do anything I want, yet I choose to write and sing my true feelings.
I write this boast to tell everyone who have ears and eyes to hear and read what I have to say in song.
Here facing denial from all other passionate writers before me but I stand tall and proud of my writing.
I will never give up or never deny a trial, because I refuse to back down.
My name is Sheija Binshaban and I am here to encourage you and your mind.
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The Scourge of God
You punctured too many holes into my heart. I had to carry in my arms like a sieve. I had to go numb worse than novocaine to preserve myself. I was forced to realize that we had simply run out of time. A prison made to keep us together out of nostalgia. I had my illusions but you completely shattered them. You had to prove you could do better than me. But loyalty cannot be bought, it can only be given. What drove us together was a spark that quickly dwindled. We called it love but settling resembles hope too much. You were too far away even when you were right beside me. I didn't want you closer, I wanted you to be something you could never be. You weren't searching for the truth like I was, you just wanted to cover up your mishaps. You couldn't fill the holes you created so you found a clean slate instead. The chasm in between just caused more space to ignore. You're no longer any of my concern. You told your lies in order to survive. I had to levitate myself in order to burn. Two worlds divided in order for us to finally die. I don't know when but this lesson has got to be learned. You were the salt in the wound I didn't think I deserved. You tried to take credit for all the accomplishments I knew I would earn. This pain isn't mine anymore, now it's your turn
By Anna Torres7 days ago in Poets
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