I AM ME

I am me, a truth declared and known, Society breathes because I stand and live, I am me, a knowledge deep inside, Where strength and spirit constantly reside. I am the root, the earth from which life springs, I am the loom on which existence sings. "I am me," a truth I hold so deep, A silent promise the very stones keep. Society breathes because I stand tall, A pillar unseen, answering freedom's call. Without my form, the future fades to grey, "I am me," and that's enough to say. Invisible hands, a multitude I bear,The weight of expectations hangs in the air. A vast and endless task, relentlessly pursued, "I am me," misunderstood, yet imbued.

"Not supposed to compete," a Murmur decree, "Not supposed to hold power," denied to me. Positions barred, a glass ceiling above, Yet "I am me," move by unconditional love. In shadowed cultures, my voice unheard,A silent witness, a caged, songbird. Confined to the hearth, the kitchen's embrace, While male dominion defines time and space. My very being, controlled and possessed, My autonomy stolen, my spirit suppressed. But even in chains, a fire burns bright, "I am me," emerging into the light. Through trials and struggles, my spirit takes flight, Embracing the hardship, claiming my right. To be woman, complete, defined by my soul, "I am me," making myself whole.

I am woman, a force both strong and mild, I am woman, mother, sister, child.I am woman, and "I know who I am," A pillar of strength, a powerful, rising psalm. I am woman, forging in the flaming fire, Finding my voice, lifting spirits higher. I am me, the voice for countless lands, A mother of nations, with nurturing hands. I am me, a force that cannot be denied, A woman's spirit, soaring far and wide. Queendaline Schneider

I AM THINKING- POEM

The earth breathes deep, a secret held in stone, A future murmur where no blood is sown. Instead of forging blades to claim and break, Why not new nations, for goodness sake. Untapped potential sleeps beneath our feet, Resources slumber, waiting to be sweet. A thousand years ago, a vision grand, From ancient hands, wonders kissed the earth.

They built with purpose, reaching for the sky, And left behind a legacy that won't die. To lead, a sacred trust, not iron fist, An overseer's heart, a gentle tryst.

But cries now echo, born of needless pain, The poor afflicted, caught within the chain. A shift is brewing, a controlling tide, They seek to bind us, where we cannot hide.

Not just to rule, but hold us in their sway, And steal our future, every single day. So tell me friend, beneath this heavy sky, Don't you think it's time for us to think.

Don't you think the earth has room to grow. Don't you think a better seed to sow? Don't you think a future we can claim, Beyond this darkness, engraved in freedom's name.

My Dreams-Poem

The mountain looms, a project vast, A lifetime stretched, a future cast. But dreams matter. A whisper first, a nascent bloom, My dream, a seed within the gloom. Dreams matter, echoes in my soul, A guiding star, to make me whole.

Time and chance, a fickle pair, Yet hope remains, beyond despair. This mountain looms, a life's long quest, A burden seemingly, no time to rest.

Dreams matter still, a sacred vow, And I will follow, here and how. No helping hand, no borrowed grace, This path is mine, to run this race. A dream to build, a dream to be, This burning vision sets my spirit free. And I will follow it, relentlessly. I am enough, the knowledge deep, More than capable, my promise keep. Inspiration flickers, faint and low, A hidden ember, starts to glow. No hand will reach, no soul will guide, This is my journey, where I abide. I know I am capable, deep inside.

Beneath the mind, a yearning strong, To right the wrongs, to make things long A seed of joy, a hopeful gleam, My morrow's promise, in this dream. I can do it, the words take hold, A story written, brave and bold. I will do it, with strength and might, Dream matters, and I'll win the fight. I will sing the song, and dance to it No matter what, Dreams matters! I will sing, music of Harriette My great-grandmother, with wisdom hair.

New Year, New Beginnings; Cultivating Gratitude

I am grateful for today, the start of the new year (1.01.2025). A new year means a fresh start for everyone. Just like a sunrise, it brings a feeling of new beginnings. It's a moment to pause and reflect on our journey with thankfulness. We can think about the lessons we've learned, the challenges we've faced, and the blessings we've received, giving thanks to God for always being with us.

What a joy it is to see the first day of the new year! Our hearts should be filled with hope and excitement for the opportunities ahead, the new experiences that will help us grow, and the relationships that will strengthen. In this time of renewal, I express my heartfelt gratitude to God for the past and my ongoing thankfulness for this year, 2025. I wish all my dear friends and family a happy and successful 2025. Happy New Year! Welcome to a year full of joy and blessings from God. May His grace light your way in this new year. God bless you all.