-Chrisette Michele

There’s a beauty that lives so deep inside each of us.

There’s a fickle eye that doesn’t believe anything it sees.

There’s a benefit in love that erases all doubt and believes good intentions.

There’s an ear that isn’t free enough to give the honest man the benefit of the doubt cluttered by lies not-mentioned.

Since when is creativity subject to criticism?

When is honesty subject to a jury of fears who wouldn’t believe rain if it fell, or sun if it shined?

Sometimes a flower grows when no ones watching.

Sometimes a bird sings and no one hears.

There’s a meadow no one runs on and a cloud no one names.

And what would the sky be with out the sun?

What would the earth be with out its rose?

They’d still be the sky and the Earth.

So perhaps there is a peace in becoming.

Perhaps the meaning is in the experience and not the sight.

Maybe a flower grows because it suffocates under ground.

Whether or not she is always noticed, beauty must become.

She doesn’t look for an eye.

She doesn’t listen for a voice.

She just becomes,

For Freedom Not For Beauty

-Chrisette Michele

Peace – Kimberly

Whitney Houston’s “I Look To You” video premier

About to lose my breathe,
there’s no more fighting left,
Sinking to rise no more,
searching for that open door.

And every road that I’ve taken
lead to my regret.
And I don’t know if I’m going to make it.
Nothing to do but lift my head

"When the one thing you're looking for is nowhere to be found. And you back stepping all of your moves trying to figure it out. You wanna reach out; you wanna give in. Your head's wrapped around what's around the next bend. You wish you could find something warm 'cause you're shivering cold.

It's the first thing you see as you open your eyes. The last thing you say as your saying goodbye. Something inside you is crying and driving you on. 'Cause if you hadn't found me, I would have found you.

So long you've been running in circles 'round what's at stake. But now the times come for your feet to stand still in one place. You wanna reach out, you wanna give in. Your head's wrapped around what's around the next bend. You wish you could find something warm 'cause you're shivering cold"

It was your first taste of love living upon what you had"

Peace – Kimberly

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