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
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my moyo also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
kwa my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my moyo also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
kwa my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell
With mlozi eyes
Such startled eyes
It alisema it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It ilitumwa me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell
With mlozi eyes
Such startled eyes
It alisema it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It ilitumwa me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
