My life so far has been...different. My dad left me and my mom when I was two. But something great came out of that I got an amazing new dad named Bill who we now know has dementia but we'll make it through...My brother is a junior in collage and I can't believe I'm saying this but I upendo him so. My mom is a nurse she's been married twice before Bill there going to get married lets hope soon! I upendo wanyama but I don't have any right now because my kitten got run over kwa a car two days before my birthday..I found out she died the siku after my birthday...all I wanted that mwaka for my birthday was to she her again.I have had ten samaki what can I say there not a real pet but I guess I'm the samaki killer! Now let me tell wewe a little zaidi about me...
Love- I upendo my Marafiki here on fanpop
Alli I hope wewe never stop wrighting and believing in yourself wewe are Beautiful brown hair in all! wewe great soul and I hope that boy au your Marafiki don't break it...P.S wewe tell them that I alisema that and maybe he'll remember to say HI!
Maria You've been through a lot so haven't I but you'll make it through all the pain and hurt and moyo break...you are strong and no one can break you! Your beautiful and one siku wewe will see the light behind the darkness
Hate- When people talk bad about other people...it makes me sick! I've been bullied,called names. But the then that I hate most and the worst I've every been talked about is kwa parents...Yes parents not kids. When I didn't know about my whole eye problem I had bad balance and I was a bad dancer...they would talk about me in the waiting room at dance about how I wound never be as good as the daughter au how I wound never be a good dancer. But look at me now...I'm on a dance team making my way to a solo! And I want those moms to know something...
I Heard Every Word...
Now think about that before wewe talk bad about something because the person your talking about always ends up hearing it.
Love/Hate- My life and how I look. I don't believe that I'm that pretty. When I look in the mirror I see a girl with big blue eyes and thick eye brows, and pale skin with a couple of freckles. A sort of big nose...and big round lips the go down like a frown. And I see uunmanageable hair that goes ten different ways. upendo the color of my hair ever changing but I just wish it wasn't so fluffy and big! I upendo how I'm creative and stuff but sometimes people take avantage of me with my drawings.
My life has been filled with amazement and gifts but is also been a cruse...But somw say all that pain makes wewe stronger...
I've been working on my Book series The Quest For Nova now for six months. I believe that I'm in every character on every page I'm there. I believe that I'm most like Artista because growing up I really wasn't aloud to be myself and we both have Artistic side of us! I believe I'm Viva because of her dark past. But I can't wait to share many zaidi great ideas with my Marafiki here and I hope your ready for Book to of The Quest For Nova called Wanted...and maybe there's going to be a book three? Find out soon...
This poem means a lot to me so I hope wewe like it
A Dancers Dream Ruined
I slip on my shoes
and lace them up.
Knowing that this is the last time.
I step onto the floor,
And stroll to the center.
I look in the mirrors surrounding me.
And think how could I have messed up?
I was only trying to be perfect.
What did I do wrong? I was only doing what the others did.
I find the courage to do my dance one last time.
With people watching me and starting to cry,
I start to feel a tear run down my face.
But then I saw one little girl.
Who reminded me of me.
so I smiled and put on a happy face.
I didn’t want her to give up on her dream.
So I did my dance gracefully,
Better than I have ever done before.
Then when it was over and the light,
Was no longer shining bright.
and,
I Lost control.
My dream of being in that dance was over.
I tried so hard to be perfect, that
I had damaged my dream.
kwa not seeing what was happening to me.
At first I thought this dream had damaged me
But now I see this dream is still with me…
But I live it thought in a new way.
Fierce & upendo
Malmcd au Mallory McDonald
Love- I upendo my Marafiki here on fanpop
Alli I hope wewe never stop wrighting and believing in yourself wewe are Beautiful brown hair in all! wewe great soul and I hope that boy au your Marafiki don't break it...P.S wewe tell them that I alisema that and maybe he'll remember to say HI!
Maria You've been through a lot so haven't I but you'll make it through all the pain and hurt and moyo break...you are strong and no one can break you! Your beautiful and one siku wewe will see the light behind the darkness
Hate- When people talk bad about other people...it makes me sick! I've been bullied,called names. But the then that I hate most and the worst I've every been talked about is kwa parents...Yes parents not kids. When I didn't know about my whole eye problem I had bad balance and I was a bad dancer...they would talk about me in the waiting room at dance about how I wound never be as good as the daughter au how I wound never be a good dancer. But look at me now...I'm on a dance team making my way to a solo! And I want those moms to know something...
I Heard Every Word...
Now think about that before wewe talk bad about something because the person your talking about always ends up hearing it.
Love/Hate- My life and how I look. I don't believe that I'm that pretty. When I look in the mirror I see a girl with big blue eyes and thick eye brows, and pale skin with a couple of freckles. A sort of big nose...and big round lips the go down like a frown. And I see uunmanageable hair that goes ten different ways. upendo the color of my hair ever changing but I just wish it wasn't so fluffy and big! I upendo how I'm creative and stuff but sometimes people take avantage of me with my drawings.
My life has been filled with amazement and gifts but is also been a cruse...But somw say all that pain makes wewe stronger...
I've been working on my Book series The Quest For Nova now for six months. I believe that I'm in every character on every page I'm there. I believe that I'm most like Artista because growing up I really wasn't aloud to be myself and we both have Artistic side of us! I believe I'm Viva because of her dark past. But I can't wait to share many zaidi great ideas with my Marafiki here and I hope your ready for Book to of The Quest For Nova called Wanted...and maybe there's going to be a book three? Find out soon...
This poem means a lot to me so I hope wewe like it
A Dancers Dream Ruined
I slip on my shoes
and lace them up.
Knowing that this is the last time.
I step onto the floor,
And stroll to the center.
I look in the mirrors surrounding me.
And think how could I have messed up?
I was only trying to be perfect.
What did I do wrong? I was only doing what the others did.
I find the courage to do my dance one last time.
With people watching me and starting to cry,
I start to feel a tear run down my face.
But then I saw one little girl.
Who reminded me of me.
so I smiled and put on a happy face.
I didn’t want her to give up on her dream.
So I did my dance gracefully,
Better than I have ever done before.
Then when it was over and the light,
Was no longer shining bright.
and,
I Lost control.
My dream of being in that dance was over.
I tried so hard to be perfect, that
I had damaged my dream.
kwa not seeing what was happening to me.
At first I thought this dream had damaged me
But now I see this dream is still with me…
But I live it thought in a new way.
Fierce & upendo
Malmcd au Mallory McDonald
I am any little girl behind that glowing computer screen
An anonymous user name, unknown person
New friends, Chatting with no end
Lies that tear people apart
www.’s and .com’s
Logins and log outs
New passwords galore
New games
All online websites
But know is the time for
Turning off, Logging off
Simply leaving the game
One last click of a mouse
One last Tipeity-Tipe of the keypad
One last close
One last IM
One last internet song
One last good-bye au G2G
So unplug into your own virtual world
~AND FIND YOU~
- kwa Ellen Love: Poem Girl
An anonymous user name, unknown person
New friends, Chatting with no end
Lies that tear people apart
www.’s and .com’s
Logins and log outs
New passwords galore
New games
All online websites
But know is the time for
Turning off, Logging off
Simply leaving the game
One last click of a mouse
One last Tipeity-Tipe of the keypad
One last close
One last IM
One last internet song
One last good-bye au G2G
So unplug into your own virtual world
~AND FIND YOU~
- kwa Ellen Love: Poem Girl
I smile, after being beaten senslessly kwa people I once loved.
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do wewe know what this means?
Do wewe know how it fells?
Who are wewe to to say these things?
For wewe don't know there story au life,
wewe know nothing.
wewe know no pain,
For wewe are pain.
wewe know no hurt.
For wewe are hurt.
And who are wewe to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do wewe know what this means?
Do wewe know how it fells?
Who are wewe to to say these things?
For wewe don't know there story au life,
wewe know nothing.
wewe know no pain,
For wewe are pain.
wewe know no hurt.
For wewe are hurt.
And who are wewe to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
Within the furthest reaches of the moyo lies those desires whose name one dares no speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very highest of ecstasy to the depths of despair. Through the ages, the words impassioned lovers have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of your own desires- Unedited, Undiluted, Uninhibited.... Abandon yourself....
~IF wewe DARE~
~IF wewe DARE~