Sorry to my few,if any ,followers
I have been slacking alot with this blog thing
I want to be a writer so this is good practice for typing
and venting my emotions
But have to step it up a notch
even I get bored coming to my blog
My new motto for '09
Go hard,Go home
I have been home for far to long
I have been getting to comfortable
I need to step out my box
and do something fresh
so much more is to come from this golden butterfly
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
That walk,HOOK
That smile,LINE
Those eyes,SINKER
Awww,Man
Here I go again
I was walking so tall and strong
Look,now you got me falling
Usually guys like you
Never give me the time of day
Then one day
One scary beautiful day
You offered me the whole clock
To hang around my neck from a gold chain
So everyone could see
I dreamed about this day
but that gold chain
just became way too heavy
My thoughts of you
became too much for mind to carry
Why would a guy like you like a girl like me?
Why me,what do you found so special in me?
Those questions would float around my brain
But never flowed from my lips
I couldn't find the answers
And you didn't give me any clues
In my mind figured that it was all a fake
But in my heart I wanted it so badly to be real
I figured if Iacted like you were invisible my feelings
Would simply go away
But inside my heart and mind you stay
but as the days go by
I realized I for the things that went with that gold chain
It's a shame cause it was beautiful
Maybe next time I will be ready
When that special someone catches me
HOOK,
LINE,
AND SINKER
That smile,LINE
Those eyes,SINKER
Awww,Man
Here I go again
I was walking so tall and strong
Look,now you got me falling
Usually guys like you
Never give me the time of day
Then one day
One scary beautiful day
You offered me the whole clock
To hang around my neck from a gold chain
So everyone could see
I dreamed about this day
but that gold chain
just became way too heavy
My thoughts of you
became too much for mind to carry
Why would a guy like you like a girl like me?
Why me,what do you found so special in me?
Those questions would float around my brain
But never flowed from my lips
I couldn't find the answers
And you didn't give me any clues
In my mind figured that it was all a fake
But in my heart I wanted it so badly to be real
I figured if Iacted like you were invisible my feelings
Would simply go away
But inside my heart and mind you stay
but as the days go by
I realized I for the things that went with that gold chain
It's a shame cause it was beautiful
Maybe next time I will be ready
When that special someone catches me
HOOK,
LINE,
AND SINKER
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Transition
I'm 13 and already I'm tired of the norm.I'm tired of being afraid to speak my mind,to be goofy, to be me.For the longest time I have been the "Quiet Smart Teacher's Pet."
The girl who sits in the front of the classroom while everyone else talks behind her,the girl who doesn't seems like she has a voice but is the first one to raise her hand to answer a question, the girl who gets her paper looked over when they thinks she is not looking,and the girl all the teachers brag about."You got a 110 on your paper again. If I had a classroom full of kids like you I would have no problems'',she goes to the bathroom and comes straight back,she doesn't wander around the hallways",and so on.
All of these things are pretty positive don't you think,but when ever I tried to talk some of the kids at school,I wonder if they just thought I was a teacher's pet.It wasn't always like this,in k-2nd grade I could hardly keep my mouth shut.(mostly to ask questions like...why is the sky blue)Then, after that I don't know what happened.I guess I grew into being shy.It was mostly a comfort zone for me.If I act like I am invisible then no one can judge me,but then started to realized I can't be invisible.I have to be seen and heard.7th grade was just preparation to see everything for what it really was.Now I know that everyone isn't my friend, but associates,that I can figure out my own problems,and that I am a little bit more mature then most 13 yrs olds.My mom says I have an old soul.
This year as an 8th grader I need a change from the inside out.This summer, my sister and I decided to get rid of relaxers and go all natural.Whenever you do something different that is when the haters stay busy,but that is another blog in itself.
Anyway it is time for me to stop lying to myself,except me for me.It is time to kick every person who can't understand that to the curve.It is time to love me and my natural hair.It is time for a change.
The girl who sits in the front of the classroom while everyone else talks behind her,the girl who doesn't seems like she has a voice but is the first one to raise her hand to answer a question, the girl who gets her paper looked over when they thinks she is not looking,and the girl all the teachers brag about."You got a 110 on your paper again. If I had a classroom full of kids like you I would have no problems'',she goes to the bathroom and comes straight back,she doesn't wander around the hallways",and so on.
All of these things are pretty positive don't you think,but when ever I tried to talk some of the kids at school,I wonder if they just thought I was a teacher's pet.It wasn't always like this,in k-2nd grade I could hardly keep my mouth shut.(mostly to ask questions like...why is the sky blue)Then, after that I don't know what happened.I guess I grew into being shy.It was mostly a comfort zone for me.If I act like I am invisible then no one can judge me,but then started to realized I can't be invisible.I have to be seen and heard.7th grade was just preparation to see everything for what it really was.Now I know that everyone isn't my friend, but associates,that I can figure out my own problems,and that I am a little bit more mature then most 13 yrs olds.My mom says I have an old soul.
This year as an 8th grader I need a change from the inside out.This summer, my sister and I decided to get rid of relaxers and go all natural.Whenever you do something different that is when the haters stay busy,but that is another blog in itself.
Anyway it is time for me to stop lying to myself,except me for me.It is time to kick every person who can't understand that to the curve.It is time to love me and my natural hair.It is time for a change.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
What mine eyes have seen
Obama is the 44th president-elect,and if you don't know you are probably living in a cave chillin bin laden.It is all over the news me and my couldn't be more proud.
Let me give you a visual of my election night was.We watching cnn and they were saying barack obama just won another state.My mom ,my sister, and me did not want to get to excited until the end but we were all on the edge of our sits.Then it flashed on the screen breaking news....BARACK OBAMA IS THE 44TH PRESIDENT-ELECT.What!? ,we all screamed in unison.More whooting, hollering,running,and jumping followed.Til I realized what the heck just happened.I kept asking my how could our America make this happen.How could an America that treated dogs better than black people,vote for the first black president.As the tears came,pictures of Emitt Teal's beaten face,andthe hoses being sprayed on birmingham demonstrators flashed through my brain.Also the other image that will foever be imprinted in my mind is our elected president Barack Obama giving his victory speech as my mother,my sister,and all the people in that chicago park watched on with their eyes full of pride.
It was then I found the answer to my question.
Our America changed that election night and will forever be changed
We did it but as always we have a long way to go
Let me give you a visual of my election night was.We watching cnn and they were saying barack obama just won another state.My mom ,my sister, and me did not want to get to excited until the end but we were all on the edge of our sits.Then it flashed on the screen breaking news....BARACK OBAMA IS THE 44TH PRESIDENT-ELECT.What!? ,we all screamed in unison.More whooting, hollering,running,and jumping followed.Til I realized what the heck just happened.I kept asking my how could our America make this happen.How could an America that treated dogs better than black people,vote for the first black president.As the tears came,pictures of Emitt Teal's beaten face,andthe hoses being sprayed on birmingham demonstrators flashed through my brain.Also the other image that will foever be imprinted in my mind is our elected president Barack Obama giving his victory speech as my mother,my sister,and all the people in that chicago park watched on with their eyes full of pride.
It was then I found the answer to my question.
Our America changed that election night and will forever be changed
We did it but as always we have a long way to go
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Hello,I am a Golden Butterfly
I am put out a glow that can't be missed
at least that is what my mom tells me
inner beauty she calls it
some days I don't see it
especially the thoughts of how people see me
blinds me from seeing the truth
but I just remember
I am a Golden Butterfly
gorgeous in all my spenldor
not one for follow trends
because I am original
graced with golden knowledge beyond my years
it can be a challenge at times
but I stay strong and float on
I may look thin
but I'm deep
and don't ever doubt my strength
I may look lite
but I'm heavy
but still I fly
I may have burden wings
but still I rise
I am a golden butterfly
gorgesous in all my flaws
This blog will be the catcher of all the thoughts that are dumped out of my mind.I want to document all of them for what they are
I am put out a glow that can't be missed
at least that is what my mom tells me
inner beauty she calls it
some days I don't see it
especially the thoughts of how people see me
blinds me from seeing the truth
but I just remember
I am a Golden Butterfly
gorgeous in all my spenldor
not one for follow trends
because I am original
graced with golden knowledge beyond my years
it can be a challenge at times
but I stay strong and float on
I may look thin
but I'm deep
and don't ever doubt my strength
I may look lite
but I'm heavy
but still I fly
I may have burden wings
but still I rise
I am a golden butterfly
gorgesous in all my flaws
This blog will be the catcher of all the thoughts that are dumped out of my mind.I want to document all of them for what they are
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