When I look in the mirror what do I see?

A beautiful girl in front of me,

She is excellent in every way 

Her hair, her lips, what can I say?

She would not change, not for a day.

She is fearless and fantastic, a style fanatic 

She walks with power in each step 

Never knowing what comes next, 

She has her head held high 

Cause she can touch the sky.

Her smile shines like the sun 

Because of victories she has won

A warrior among many

The battle is not done

Till she says, "I am wonderful me."

And her brilliance  blazing bright 

A glowing candle in the night 

No knowledge can escape her sight 

Learn to fear her brain's might.

You can bark and you can bite 

But you can never break me down 

You can yell and you can scream 

But I don't hear a sound

Do you know why?

 Because I know 

I am beautiful, incredible, capable 

I am me.

 Wonderfully.

Wonderfully Me

Books are beautiful things. 

Heroes and villains in a world filled with ink,

A battle ship were they could sink.

A world where the words leap of the page,

Standing there is a wise old sage.

A story told as old as time 

Even to the simplest nursery rhymes,

Our mother's words dance in our heads 

As we settle into our beds.

Those stories stay with us all of our lives.

Pictures of landscapes and elaborate schemes,

Frolic about in a little girl's dreams

Scheherazade's stories, 1000 nights old

To save her life, the stories she told. 

Shakespeare's stories for young and old

That tamed "The Shrew" with temper bold

Each story  ignites magical spark that

Always finds it's way into your heart,.

Whimsical Words