Jenilee

Taken from Hamlet, Act III/scene II: Hamlet: Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. For anything so o'erdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and end, was and is, to hold, as it were, the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pleasure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it makes the unskillful laugh, cannot but make judicious grieve, the censure of which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theater of others. O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard other's praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having th' accent of Christians nor the gate of Christian, pagan, nor man, have strutted and bellowed that I have thought the same of nature's journeymen had men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. -William ShakespeareOnce Again I prove the Theory of RelativityIf you came back I'd treat you like a lost Matisse couch you like a Pasha dance a Sevillana leap and backflip like a Taiwanese diva bang cymbals like a Chinese opera roar like a Fellini soundtrack and laugh like the little dog that watched the cow jump over the moon. I'd be your clown I'd tell you funny stories and paint clouds on the walls of my house dress the bed in it's best linen and while you slept I'd hold my breath and watch you move like a sunflower. How beautiful you are like the color inside an ear like a conch shell like Modigliani nude. I'll cut a bit of your hair this time so that you'll never leave me. Ah, the softest hair, Ah the softest...If you came back I'd give you parrot tulips and papayas laugh at your stories Or I wouldn't say a word which, as you know, is hard for me. I know when you grew tired off you'd go to Patagonia Cairo, Istanbul Katmandu Laredo... Meanwhile I'll have savored you like an oyster, memorized you.. held you under my tongue learned you by heart so that when you leave... I'll write poems. By Sandra Cisnerosfound this travel layout at HOT FreeLayouts.com :: MyHotComments
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I am the product of an interracial relationship, whatever that means... my parents are human.