Yes I am 
And this is my creative mantra….. en-Joy xo
Golden Child
The idea of perfection is so smart
The unattainable projection of who we aren’t
The notion of that bright shining shooting star
That never flickers or fades or strays from its path
So how does one enter this world
A diet of forced values, borrowed and learnt
In the hope we will shine like the stars we are shown
But forget eventually even the sun will explode
Golden child, made from love
We sit in our seats, tarnish and judge
Golden child why aren’t you silver
On such demands can you deliver
But you decide to continue in your golden ways
We watch and observe, but can just appreciate
When will we learn that gold is worth more than silver
When we start to value individuals idiosyncratic vision
Golden child you must stop hiding
In the silver spoon they made you lie in
You must put aside you fear of flying
And soar beyond that silver lining
The most valuable lessons are self-taught
The power of belief so strong and raw
The words they say make you trip and fall
‘Naïve, a fool, and not perfect at all..’
We all make mistakes, they wont admit from their chairs
Because your golden heart prevails above their silver stares
Cos your alive and they are just there
And its this same life that starts to shuffle their chairs
Golden child, in your beautiful cracked perfection
You begin to unravel a common misperception
By taking strides in a new direction
Everyone can get their slice of perfect
© 2004 Charmaine Bingwa
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