I’m human too.
 
Parading around the barricades of my heart, I wish I had the key to unlock its deepest statements. Monitored phrases you cannot mean what you say or say what you mean, under the microscope but…
I am human too.
 
Anxiety of emotions and spontaneous actions are not worthy of proper introduction, I casually take my bottle of commotion and bottle up the best of me. All for the best of you don’t call me selfish because I’ve spread myself thin to thousands of people who can validate my validity.
I am human too.
 
I bleed the blood of a non-victim victimized for good intentions and bad decisions in every aspect of the public eye. I breathe the air of proper speech measured by poetic posture; someone is always watching where I stand… so you rarely catch me sitting but,
I am human too.
 
Pain pierces me just as hard or even greater than you’ve experienced but positive appearances changed the way pain filtered through me. I held my ground and gritted my teeth. I have my demons and my angels yet one you rarely witness in the flesh around town. Temptation tempts the tip of my soul so eloquently, how can I refuse cooperation? I stand and fuse the operation, I’m better than this and there’s something better for me.
I am human too.
 
Joy surrounds me while happiness waits its turn for success to bribe me. I’m fine with solving the crime scene, if for once; I can be loose to fly free.
Can I be loose to fly free? Sit and choose what to prescribe me.
I am human too.                      


Brooke Jean (C) 2012                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Perfectly nourished nails its natural essence fueling the blame. Aim directed at your heart but your mind runs this game of right and wrong. All along the way you deal with vindictive actions being boomeranged  in your direction. No protection can protect this force field, especially if you are always the product it feigns for. 

You ever sit back and marinate on the thought of it is me not everyone else? Besides pointing fingers at the chaos that comes in your peaceful world. People react based off your reactions, so if everyone around you rather hound you with bad intentions... Something says you better look inside instead of pointing that perfectly nourished nail their way. 

You cannot find the answers because you have yet to ask yourself the right questions! People everywhere are not evil and out for your demise, please believe I have encountered many positive vibes on continuous ongoing basis. 

So face it... Something is not sitting right at home, you can only be the judge of your reasoning. Reason with third eye views to gain a different perspective. Outline your future and goals be your own detective. 

Perfectly nourished nail... 
Watch how you point that finger. 

Brooke Jean (C) 2012