Zemira

She is my sister, 

that is not my blood.

Long black hair, 

and kind eyes. 

Composition class,  

met by chance,

ended up laughing till our sides hurt.

Now we are in college, 

It's good to have goals. 

Right?

I mean

They seem like a good idea

The idea of succeeding in something you worked hard for

The thrill of when you finally achieve it

Like finishing a detailed painting

Yo quiero un mundo

de felicidad para todos.

Donde hay no fin de cuánto

tu puedes amor

todos las cosas

tu quieres.

Cree tu eres el sola persona

en el mundo,

y cierras sus ojos

The teacher asked a question. I knew the answer. I was sure of it. Of course nobody wanted to hear it from me, so I just kept my mouth shut. Like always. This was just how my day went. Something went wrong? No one wants to hear it.