She smiles in your face so pretty, But her intentions are dirty, Because behind your back it’s another story, And she talks out your business like it was history, So stop telling her things about you that are confidential, Because to you she is being hypocritical. She makes up stuff just to start up a conversation, But everything she tells you about herself is fiction. She makes fun of you like you were a dummy. She’s not your friend she’s your enemy.
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.
With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms
Enemy out side of you is myth But Enemy within you is reality An outsider who deceives you is labelled as Enemy But the insider in you which deceives your conscience is never thought of as your enemy An enemy
Broken bottles and shattered pieces of glass Used up polybags tossed on the grass Once, tress towered high above Trunks bared professed love Birds chirped from the sights unseen But now all gone ! paper joined pollutions team Vehicles pumping