#lakhena

[imsacompliments]

Lakhena Leang, you always manage to put a smile on my face...

=]

[lifeinthemind]

Change to Spare

Let's just note that Grace and I suck at timing :P 

As I sat down thinking about what I could write for this IMSAWriters thing, it struck me. Change. So many people in this world don’t realize how big of an impact they can make. Even I doubt myself sometimes. I’ve heard excuses like “I don’t have enough time” or “I’m too lazy,” yet these are the same people that repost things on facebook because they “care” about helping. In a way, this poem is by far the cheesiest I have written, haha, even cheesier than the one I wrote about love and all that crap, yet I don’t know why I like it.  Now that I think about it, I realize that so many people do things because others do, because you’re looked down upon if you don’t. Well, to everyone and anyone that’s ever hidden who they were, or doubted your impact on the world, I want you to know that it’s good to be different. (:

I remember this spot right here I also remember the year... I saw 'The world' sit down with a can in his hand.  He said he was wondering how many people, can give the change, they say they can. There was a sign I saw within his range, Saying something like "Can you spare some change?" A man walked by and gave The World a good scoff, He said, “You should’ve been good enough, to be better off.” Seeing that, the next person made an excuse too, "Sorry, I’m too busy to have time for you."

So many people took that same path, I saw them step on that same grass. As time went on, it seemed like no one had change to spare. When I saw a man walking by, from some place, from somewhere. His two kids were trailing closely behind, And it was quite obvious, That the two, were the ONLY things on his mind.

But instead of following the others' footprints, The little boy and girl did something quite different. They walked up to The World, and made all the difference. They gave him- some change. 

So the moral of the story is, find your own ways to do things.

...And MAYBE then The World won’t have to sit and ask, People to step aside and take off their same faced masks. 

-Lakhena

[lifeinthemind]

Good

What's the word? Yea...what's good?

and what's bad? 

What separates the two? Is it as easy as being mad...or sad?

Or is it a thought, like confidence. 

Because I'm certainly not confident. 

Does that mean I'm not good?

And when people say "Do this like someone else would"

How are you supposed to respond?

Does it mean what you're doing is wrong? 

Does it mean you're not good? 

When you think you're great. 

And someone does it better, 

is that supposed to even matter?

What about being around the good

What does that make you? 

Does it make you feel good, like you're right where you should? 

Or does it make you feel worse, because sometimes...it just hurts. 

- Lakhena Leang

[lifeinthemind]

Respect

What is respect?

Is it about being the best?

And how are you supposed to have it?

Or do you wait around until you get it?

I’m not gonna lie and say that looks don’t matter.

And that what you do and say won’t make you look better.

But respect isn’t all about the latest fashions

And it’s MORE than just first impressions

I don’t know what to say when people ask…

What don’t I have that he’s got?

Cause that’d be too much…it’d be a lot.

Everyone is different in their own ways

Different ways to spend their days.

It’s not all about the pride even when you think it is

Not about having the guys or picking up chicks.

Respect is about love.

And if you have it…you have enough.

It’s never too late to change yourself

And there’s always times when you hate yourself

Just remember, the people who mind don’t matter,

And the people who matter don’t mind.

Be who you want to be.

Say what you want to say.

Maybe that’s how you get respect coming your way.

 -Lakhena

[lifeinthemind]

This Summer.

By Lakhena Leang

Right now, I'm sitting on my laptop trying to gather all of my thoughts together. Around this time last summer, I discovered that I could yell at everything that was pissing me off...on my iPod. I liked the idea of a diary, but the idea of writing on paper turned me off to it. After looking back at my first few rants, I'm already glad I did this. It was all about IMSA...and it's kind of scary how the school ate up my life before I even came. 

Last year and this were very different around the summer. I stay home in the summer, usually REALLY bored.  I still remember breaking down from the loneliness I felt, even though I'm laughing now. This week has been crazy in itself because of the things I've had to deal with. Kids are crazy. haha but I've loved the experience nevertheless. Not only have I met awesome kids, but awesome KI people that I don't usually talk to. They've managed to make me smile everyday and get me through every hour, so thanks. 

I looked through my iPod and found a poems that I want to share. You'll find them above. It's a poem I wrote at the end of last summer, when I realized how my view of people needs to change.