My Dreams, My Hopes and Wishes...My Story.
My Story...
My Name is Mallory E. McDonald. I was born in Maine and I’m 13 years old. I’m a dancer at T’n t Dance Studio and I’ve been dancing for 11 years now. I was born with an eye condition, in other words I can only see out of one eye at a time. So when I was in third grade my eye doctor finally saw that I had a problem but it was to late. So in third grade I had to learn how to read and write all over again. I was called names because I had to have help and extra class’s because I still needed to learn how to read. I was called Stupid, Special needs girl and many more. So now I’m going to tell wewe my story in poems. And I hope after wewe read this you’ll see me different...
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This story and book is for my friends...
Maria
Daniel
Alli
Annie
and
Katrina
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ME
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I wonder what happens when wewe die.
I hear the cackle of hyenas hiding in a cave.
I see butterflies and bees chatting amongst themselves.
I want to get a pet iguana and name him tim.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I pretend I'm traveling the world.
I i feel the Sahara sand underneath my feet.
I touch the golden yellow stars.
I worry if what i think is right is right.
I cry when my family mambers cry.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I understand were not all perfect.
I say a group of people who are unequal are equal.
I dream to become an author.
I try to be helpful to all.
I hope that when I'm gone, my story is not.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
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Beauty is Uniqueness
In a world such as ours Beauty has become the most important thing Looks have turned into our new philosophy Without realizing it We have been separated into different groups The ugly, the pretty, the skinny, the fat one We each fall into one Even without wanting to We have become a stereotypical world We judge without knowing We base it all on looks All of us want to fit in somehow So we turn into these robots Trying to be something we’re not We hurt ourselves and sometimes go too far Just to become something we think we should be We are all unique and shouldn’t try to change that Because if we do We become all the same If we’re all the same We have no beauty Because true beauty comes from within From the uniqueness and differences of each person Our world has to realize That BEAUTY is UNIQUENESS
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I’ll but on a fake smile and pretend your not hurting me now.
I’ll push all of these emotions away...
As I reveal the blood from my veins.
So I can’t see if I’m still living.
When I alisema I was happy I was Lying
I should have hurt wewe but i couldn’t hurt wewe so I let wewe hurt me because I need you.
I’d rather have a life of “Oh wells” then a life of “what if’s”
Sometimes I cried just to hear wewe say it will be okay
Sometimes we :) to hide the :(
Behind my smile is a broken heart
Behind my laugh I’m falling apart
Look closely and wewe will see
A girl that I am...isn’t me.
I want someone
who knows that I am not really perfect yet
he stares at me like
I am the most
Perfect person
he has ever seen.
It hurts so much.
Not to have wewe kwa my side.
Not to be around you.
Not to be with you.
You’re the pain that I won’t give up.
I won;t ever forget
How wewe made me feel..
both life and death
before I’ve even died.
The same girl who laugh’s
And talks a lot and seems very happy
Is also the girl
Who may cry herself to sleep...
I’m sick of crying
Tired of
Trying
Yeah I am
Smiling but inside I’m
Dying...
Perfect that’s all wewe see all wewe want to be is perfect.
That person may seem perfect but there not wewe don’t know there story...
That perfect girl who laughs
And talks a lot
Is also the girl would crys herself to sleep.
She smile’s so no one can see her pain.
Behind her smile is a broken heart
Behind her laugh she’s falling apart
Look closely and wewe will see
A girl that she is...isn’t her.
She’s really
Scared
Alone
And always wants to be perfect.
Are the words we speak truth of oneself
do we truly see where they come from
your mind, your body, your soul,
maybe mixture of all,
Do wewe really feel what wewe read,
can wewe hear every word they speak,
listen, for Beloved in near,
right inayofuata to your ear,
but wewe can't hear him there
become silent for a moment,
truth..
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End of Part One
My Story...
My Name is Mallory E. McDonald. I was born in Maine and I’m 13 years old. I’m a dancer at T’n t Dance Studio and I’ve been dancing for 11 years now. I was born with an eye condition, in other words I can only see out of one eye at a time. So when I was in third grade my eye doctor finally saw that I had a problem but it was to late. So in third grade I had to learn how to read and write all over again. I was called names because I had to have help and extra class’s because I still needed to learn how to read. I was called Stupid, Special needs girl and many more. So now I’m going to tell wewe my story in poems. And I hope after wewe read this you’ll see me different...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This story and book is for my friends...
Maria
Daniel
Alli
Annie
and
Katrina
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I wonder what happens when wewe die.
I hear the cackle of hyenas hiding in a cave.
I see butterflies and bees chatting amongst themselves.
I want to get a pet iguana and name him tim.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I pretend I'm traveling the world.
I i feel the Sahara sand underneath my feet.
I touch the golden yellow stars.
I worry if what i think is right is right.
I cry when my family mambers cry.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
I understand were not all perfect.
I say a group of people who are unequal are equal.
I dream to become an author.
I try to be helpful to all.
I hope that when I'm gone, my story is not.
I am an insane 7th grader whose mind is out of place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beauty is Uniqueness
In a world such as ours Beauty has become the most important thing Looks have turned into our new philosophy Without realizing it We have been separated into different groups The ugly, the pretty, the skinny, the fat one We each fall into one Even without wanting to We have become a stereotypical world We judge without knowing We base it all on looks All of us want to fit in somehow So we turn into these robots Trying to be something we’re not We hurt ourselves and sometimes go too far Just to become something we think we should be We are all unique and shouldn’t try to change that Because if we do We become all the same If we’re all the same We have no beauty Because true beauty comes from within From the uniqueness and differences of each person Our world has to realize That BEAUTY is UNIQUENESS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’ll but on a fake smile and pretend your not hurting me now.
I’ll push all of these emotions away...
As I reveal the blood from my veins.
So I can’t see if I’m still living.
When I alisema I was happy I was Lying
I should have hurt wewe but i couldn’t hurt wewe so I let wewe hurt me because I need you.
I’d rather have a life of “Oh wells” then a life of “what if’s”
Sometimes I cried just to hear wewe say it will be okay
Sometimes we :) to hide the :(
Behind my smile is a broken heart
Behind my laugh I’m falling apart
Look closely and wewe will see
A girl that I am...isn’t me.
I want someone
who knows that I am not really perfect yet
he stares at me like
I am the most
Perfect person
he has ever seen.
It hurts so much.
Not to have wewe kwa my side.
Not to be around you.
Not to be with you.
You’re the pain that I won’t give up.
I won;t ever forget
How wewe made me feel..
both life and death
before I’ve even died.
The same girl who laugh’s
And talks a lot and seems very happy
Is also the girl
Who may cry herself to sleep...
I’m sick of crying
Tired of
Trying
Yeah I am
Smiling but inside I’m
Dying...
Perfect that’s all wewe see all wewe want to be is perfect.
That person may seem perfect but there not wewe don’t know there story...
That perfect girl who laughs
And talks a lot
Is also the girl would crys herself to sleep.
She smile’s so no one can see her pain.
Behind her smile is a broken heart
Behind her laugh she’s falling apart
Look closely and wewe will see
A girl that she is...isn’t her.
She’s really
Scared
Alone
And always wants to be perfect.
Are the words we speak truth of oneself
do we truly see where they come from
your mind, your body, your soul,
maybe mixture of all,
Do wewe really feel what wewe read,
can wewe hear every word they speak,
listen, for Beloved in near,
right inayofuata to your ear,
but wewe can't hear him there
become silent for a moment,
truth..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
End of Part One
