I was normal once au i thought I was, at least, until I knew otherwise,then I didn't know how i could have missed it i mean it was so obvious but i suppose that was just it, it was to obvious and sometimes i wonder what it would be like if what happened that night never happened but it probably wouldn't have mattered what happened that horrible night because it just sped up what was already there, sure maybe it would have been easier if i had known what I was but maybe it wouldn't have been.
wewe see before all this happened I lived a very good life we were very rich and we lived in a palace,like really, no joke, i didn't know why we lived like we did not until i learned the truth and, wewe know what, ignorance was better because now I'm on the run for my life with my little sister(Emily) and a few Marafiki of ours(Matt,Damien,Alice,and jack)(and let me tell wewe NOT FUN).... but we'll get to all that later first your probably wondering kwa now what is she exactly well ill tell wewe what i am,my name is Alica brown I'm sixteen and I'm a were cat,yes a were cat, and no we are nothing like were wolfs(we are much better) as a matter of fact we are pretty much enemies with them. but you'll hear about all that later....for now ill bring wewe back to the night that would change my life forever.
*let me know what wewe think and if i should write more, thanks for reading*
wewe see before all this happened I lived a very good life we were very rich and we lived in a palace,like really, no joke, i didn't know why we lived like we did not until i learned the truth and, wewe know what, ignorance was better because now I'm on the run for my life with my little sister(Emily) and a few Marafiki of ours(Matt,Damien,Alice,and jack)(and let me tell wewe NOT FUN).... but we'll get to all that later first your probably wondering kwa now what is she exactly well ill tell wewe what i am,my name is Alica brown I'm sixteen and I'm a were cat,yes a were cat, and no we are nothing like were wolfs(we are much better) as a matter of fact we are pretty much enemies with them. but you'll hear about all that later....for now ill bring wewe back to the night that would change my life forever.
*let me know what wewe think and if i should write more, thanks for reading*
hujambo Mom,
It's been a while
Since wewe sat inayofuata to me,
Since I saw wewe smile
I miss wewe Mom
I wish wewe were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see wewe Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my moyo in two
I'll always remember Mom,
wewe taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling wewe Mom
Losing wewe killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what wewe were Mom,
Strong.
In everything wewe said
In everything wewe did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since wewe sat inayofuata to me,
Since I saw wewe smile
I miss wewe Mom
I wish wewe were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see wewe Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my moyo in two
I'll always remember Mom,
wewe taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling wewe Mom
Losing wewe killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what wewe were Mom,
Strong.
In everything wewe said
In everything wewe did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the sekunde of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But wewe should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do wewe do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three zaidi seconds, gone, like that,
Did wewe use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these sekunde in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the sekunde of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But wewe should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do wewe do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three zaidi seconds, gone, like that,
Did wewe use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these sekunde in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the kilima
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the kilima
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye