If My Face Was Deform, Would You Say, That I Was Ugly? If I Was A Little Over Weight, Could You Still See My Beauty? Does Beauty Have Anything To Do With My Complexion? Can Beauty Get Me A Job, With Out Having The Qualification? Is Beauty Important Or Is It Just An Appearance? Is Beauty Something A Child Receive From Their Parents? Does Beauty Have Anything To Do With What I Wear? Is Beauty Forever Or Does It Eventually Disappear? Is Beauty In My Voice Or Is It My Personality? Can You Tell Me, What’s Your Definition Of Beauty?
Cindy Samantha Christmas (born 27 February 1985) is a Barbadian Author, Illustrator & Poet. Cindy is motly known for her poetry. Born Saint Michael, Barbados. Cindy was raised by her Dominican grandmother MariAnne Christmas, but around January 1998, Cindy moved to the United States with her mother, who lived in Maryland. Cindy began to write at age thirteen as a way of expressing her feelings, because she was very shy.Cindy's last name Christmas was originated from Dominica. Cindy's mother Carol Christmas named her after her favorite singer Cyndi Lauper. At eighteen years old, Cindy decided to write a poem as a joke and send it to an online company, but to her surprise the company liked her poem and wanted her permission to publish her poem into their book.That inspired Cindy to publish her first book Adult Poems(2003). The poems are based on personal experiences, but The Best Poems Ever brought her international recognition. Cindy has written over 16 books, 4 children's books, 3 novels, and 9 poetry books. Cindy's books center on topics such as: racism, religion, relationships and sex. Cindy has a daughter named, Cristal Nicole Christmas. Born July 28, 2004 at Washington Hospital. Cindy updated the cover design of her books, because she was not satisfied with the first cover designs. Updating the covers also boost the sales of her books.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain