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In my sister’s room!(Poem)

Published June 27, 2010 by ladyserenity92

In my older sister’s bedroom, I see things that remind me of her hidden love.

A doll.

A flower quilt.

An old tube TV set.

A lamp.

A firm bed.

Two western books.

A victorian-china doll.

A picture of myself that I thought I had thrown away.

Just a lot of gems that my sister still loves the things that matter to her more than gold.

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A Tomboy’s Prayer

Published April 5, 2009 by ladyserenity92

We say a prayer for the ladies, who prefer to play with action figures over dolls.

A prayer for the ladies who beat up boys and play sports instead of dress-up.

We say a prayer for those who choose pants and shirts over skirts and dresses.

A prayer for Harriet Tubman and Joan of Arc who faced their fears to help their people.

A prayer for the tomboys who became ladies for good.

The women who are mothers and lifesavers.

As a new generation of women come into this world,

We give thanks to the Lord we have women who are tomboys.

Stayed Tuned!

32 People (Poem)

Published November 17, 2008 by ladyserenity92

32 people.

30 were children.

32 people who had hope and dreams, who told their families that they loved them before their went to school.

All that changed forever on that day for the 32 people, when a boy with a gun shot them all down in cold blood.

In the end of it, the boy with the gun died by his own hands.

Now there are 32 fading stars in the sky for the 32 people who perished out that fateful day.

Although the 32 people will never come home again, we must never forget those 32 people who touched the lives of those around them, before their untimely end at the hands of the boy with the gun.

For there are now 32 new angels looking down on the Earth.

(Dedicated to the families and the 32 victims of Virgina Tect.)

Stayed Tuned!

It’s raining today

Published September 26, 2008 by ladyserenity92

It’s raining today on Friday.

I should be home in bed resting, or writing.

I should be at home reading and watching a movie.

I should be drawing and spending time with my family.

I should be home listening to my music.

I should be home.

But instead, I’m in school. Making up for the classes I have missed due to the blackout.

But I look forward to Saturday.

Then I can do the things I want to do.

Next week is the last school week.

I can hold out.


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Forgive me!

Published September 15, 2008 by ladyserenity92

Forgive me for not putting up a post for you. To make it up to you, here is a poem just for you. I dedicated to actress Emma Watson.


I hate these braces.

I’m the only English girl with them on.

Why are you smiling at me?

Gosh, you have braces, too.

Yours are red and blue.

I smile my pink and white braces for you.

I guess I love my braces after all.

I knew you would.

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From a brother to his sister

Published August 16, 2008 by ladyserenity92

Dear sister,

How are you? You want to know how I’m doing? I miss you lots and wish I was here with you.

I miss your cooking and your smile. It’s lonely in this cell. If I had the chance to turn back time, I would do the right things instead of the bad.

When I get out, I hope that you have a yellow ribbon on the door. I want you to give me a hug. Until then, I’ll be thinking of you. I love you.

                                                                                 Your brother

Dedicated to my brother and all brothers everywhere!

The Star

Published August 14, 2008 by ladyserenity92

Shine bright little star.Shine forth your God given light for the world to see.

You paint us billions of pictures to show us you care, and descend from the heavens to cast out our hopes and dreams.

Beautiful star, with your light so bright, please stay until the Sun banishes you until the next night.



Who am I (part 2)

Published August 13, 2008 by ladyserenity92



Seeking a career that will challenge and enhance a current goal.



Central Piedmont Community College, Charlotte, NC.

October 2005

Skills and Experience


Caterer for children’s parties

Self-taught Artisan

Worked as a paid volunteer for The Arc Center and Goodwill

Have a strong knowledge and skill in Computer Literacy

Worked as a baby-sitter

Very gentle with children

A quick learner who believes in hard work

Always take notes and reliable

Lived in a military family who often moved from place to place

A heavy reader

Have a photographic memory


Heavily cultured in the knowledge of today’s world



Have trouble getting along with other people

Somewhat of a procrastinator

A shy moth

Always discriminated by others

Outside References Available upon request


March 1, 2008

Midnight Poerty

Published August 1, 2008 by ladyserenity92

Good evening, children and adults of the night! I’m glad you have enjoyed my post for the month of July. It is now August 1st, 2008. The good thing about the death of an old month and the rise of the new is that I will soon have more new post to add. Did you know that I happened to be an artist in training. I will have a page dedicated to my artwork in the coming days. I hope you guys and gals will like them, because I am practicing extra hard on my art skills. These are my last pieces of poetry that I have to ofter (for now!) I thank you.


 Urban Limericks

There once was a girl named Polly

Who had a paper dolly

When she got tired of it,

She put it on a mail strait,

And sent it off to Hong Kong


He went over to Dover’s

To interview a pair of lovers.

When he got there, he was pale,

At seeing a girl with red locks and pink socks.

One of the lovers was his sister Clover.







Free Style Poerty

Deep Finding


I am looking at the person in the glass.*

She is looking at me and dances to the same drum

As I. I see her and see that there is nothing

Wrong with her.

Why do people always shun her as a black card? **






After all (Pome)


I wake up in the morning at the gray in the sky.

Something in my head is saying, ‘today is going to be a bad day’

I shake the gloom out of my head

I look beyond the clouds at the rainbow.

And I say to myself, “Today is going to be perfect, after all.”

I miss my bus and have to walk

As I enter the building, evil eyes stare at me

They cast their doom and rage with every hostel glance

I attack the glances with a light of my beam

And I say to myself, “Everyone sometimes get bad days, after all.”

I come home to find my house a mess

Everyplace a total shamble

My house with its golden riches* and many treasures are looted

Instead of sobbing, I start to clean up the rubble

And I say to myself, “Possessions can be replaced, after all.”

I have faced hardships and ridicule

Sometimes I just want to give up and ghost**

But I have to go on this road.

Because I know that there is a sun in the sky.

Because, tomorrow will be better, after all.



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