Analysis of Curiosity

Staring prejudice in the face imposes a cruel displine to structure my anger, to achieve a certain dignity, an angry dignity.
I look up on high, and thanks Allah for everything. Am that clumsy person, always loving and never leaving
I live for the moment I can't put into words. I don't let people dim my light simply because it's shining in my eyes.
Many have an image of me, but few get the picture. Am more than what you see.
It's my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the day. I woke up today appreciating everything I see out here, and I give thanks.
There's nothing worse than a sharp personality of a fuzzy concept.
My grammar is a reflection of my image and like all impressions am in total control.
My assential aspect of creativity is not being afraid to fall. For better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious trumphs
Perseverance is a great element of success. If I only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate behind me, am sure to wake up somebody.
Both in thought and feeling, even though time be real to realize the unimportance of time is the gate of wisdom.
Am just standing outside the gate, just to get some air, then proceed and remind myself of who am and where am standing now.
Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance very well and comfortable in the rain.
That's life and people judge me every day. So I forget what everyone think and I be myself. When a storm comes through, I don't run, i stop and play in the mud.
I just know that the harder i fall, the higher i bounce. Just not a bad fellow, my prayers will from, the deepest dungeon climbs heavens heights, and bring a blessing down. It's my nature, not my just standing here, that's makes the good man am.
I have always held my head high above, my believe, my conviction that there's a better world, beyond the horizon.
There's no medicare like hope, no incetrin so great and no tonic so powerful as expectations of better tomorrow.