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Mother

Thank you for holding me while I cried, thank you for saying it’ll all be alright. Thank you for never telling a lie. Thank you for all of your trust. Thank you for being there. Thank you for listening, thank you for reading. Thank you for making sure I know right from wrong. Thank you for teaching me how to wake up. Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for knowing who I am. Thank you for taking all of my drama. Thank you for still believing in me when I couldn’t believe in you. Thank you for forgiving me when I woke up. Thank you for taking me to Tennessee. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being blunt. Thank you for making me strong, thank you for making me learn. Thank you for punishing me, thank you for screaming. Thank you for my life. Thank you for explaining. Thank you for showing me the truth. Thank you for my books. Thank you for my brain. Thank you for my looks. Thank you for my smarts. Thank you for my hair, thank you for my shoes. Thank you for my sisters. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being my mom. Thank you for being my best friend. These are the thank you’s I could never forget. These are the thank you’s you deserve. You are my mother and I don’t know how I can ever make up for all you do for me. So take these thank you’s and all the more to come. Thank you for loving me.

There was Once a Little Girl

There was once a little girl, she wasn’t a princess, but she wasn’t a peasant. She was a writer. Some called her crazy, said her ideals meant nothing. She knew that couldn’t stand, she knew she wouldn’t let it. So she stood up from the ground and said it prominently, “I am a writer!” She shout out to all of those who saw her significance in the world.

One day this little girl, was simply little no more. Then another little girl, popped up at her door. Asking for something more, but the girl whom was little no more couldn’t understand, so she said, “I’m sorry”, and shut the door. That obstinate little girl only knocked again, for she wanted a greater grasp of intelligence to fill her head, she wanted to understand what it was like to have the world at your hands.

The little girl whom was little no more couldn’t understand, it had been such a long time since she had wanted that, since she had seen, since she had felt, since she had grieved, since she had had the world at her hands. She then realized why it was beyond her to understand. Why she couldn’t do it justice. Why her brain would fill no more. It was because she had lost all hope.

She made her story seem bleak, made it so sad, but once again she saw what she saw in the past. She saw a place that desired guidance so that is what she gave them, although it was the little girl who knocked on her door that started this, she was never brought in. She did not have the chance of the little girl whom was little no more. So, she stayed a little girl, until suddenly someone knocked at her door.

She sneaked a glimpse out the door and said, “hello?” When no one answered she proposed to get a better look. What she saw was a surprise for there was the little girl whom was little no more. She was there with everyone and up a banner they held saying, ‘Thank You!’ And not, ‘Farewell!’

The little girl was pleasantly surprised. The little girl looked up and said, “What is all of this for?” The girl whom was little no more could only shake her head, smile, and say, “Well done…My friend.” Both girls realized what had to be done, so, they ran and ran until they were alone, and with tears in her eyes the older girl said, “I see what I have done. I am so sorry little one.” The little girl could only smile, so instead she gave her love, in form of a big hug.

They both knew what they together could do, as sisters, as friends, they brought the world anew. And yes, there would be dark, but their light would shine through, would prove to all who was bad, that they wouldn’t stand down. The world would join again. So together they stood as one. All pieces of the whole.

They wrote the truth. Their truth was spread, far and wide, across everywhere, even in the lowest of lows. Because they realized, the truth was not for one it was for everyone. Their writing brought them together, it was what made them admit their mistakes and conquer their dreams, their knowledge was shared. That was the truth they gave, that no matter what you can all have it, you can all see the truth if you truly want it.

Halloween

Dark and scary, costumes here and there. Who is who and where is where? Your sweet tooth is smiling, ear to ear. The moon brings light, what was once so scary is now your help. This is all hallows night so all beware. That fateful night is one of scares. Halloween, as it is known by most, a world of horror some think, but it can be magical, imagine, you get to be something, someone you normally aren’t. Halloween is a tradition that lets people be who they want for one night and one night only. It’s a night of freedom. This night is odd, but it gives you a strange feeling of excitement. It makes you feel exhilarated, this day has a history longer than a world map. Halloween this year will be new. People are refusing to open their doors and see children in their costumes. This isn’t because of hate, it’s because of fear, but fear is supposed to be fake so what are we doing? This Halloween is trying to survive, maybe it will come out to play, but maybe we will have to fight for this tradition. This year has been hectic. Let’s not let Halloween drown with it. It means too much, it has done more than any of us. It has made smiles and laughs and even a couple of screams show up to your face. So, do we really want to lose that this year? Well, happy Halloween, and I hope you go trick-or-treating!

Coronavirus: Its Deathly Spread

The death toll reaches 6,669, there are 261,438 people on their death beds. These people didn’t know that the next epidemic would hit them. They were just regular people going about their days. The coronavirus came upon us due to some peoples’ lack of hygiene. I don’t want to point fingers, but this virus did come from China, it’s not rude, it’s just a fact. This epidemic, no matter how bad, has taught us something, our hygiene around the world needs to improve. It needs to be fixed. Only the future will tell how we do, but let this be a learning experience, as all of our lives have been. We learned how to create governments, how to treat disease, we have even learned to control and create technology. If we can do all that then there is hope that we can overcome this virus, just like we did all the others. It’s not my place to judge or to give hope if I didn’t think there was. I only tell the truth, and the truth is that we can get over this. It may take some time, but yes we can.

Happy New Year!

Sorry I’m FOUR DAYS late, but better late than never, right? 2019, was filled head to toe with good things, bad things, mediocre things, but it was the year where I decided to give my crazy writing a chance to prove itself. Although I wish I would have had more comments, I want to say thank you to all of those people who gave me a chance and read what I couldn’t say. I want to say thank you to my mom who made this possible and introduced me to books, to my grandpa for always putting me up to bat when I needed it and for always being my favorite person, to my stepdad for always being real with me, to my grandmas for always making me laugh and making me feel better, to my dad whom I always feel the need to make happy, to my stepmom for saying the things I didn’t want to but needed to hear, to my sisters for always making me laugh, and also one more for my younger sister who I made a book for that started all of this. Lastly, I want to thank all of my family and friends for always being there, so, Happy New Year and may it be filled with blessings for you and your family.

Thanksgiving

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” By: John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Happy Thanksgiving! Sorry, it’s late, but I was busy with all the festivities that accompany Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is a time for family, for happiness, thankfulness, it’s a time where people’s eyes usually open up. I wonder though if it’s only because of Thanksgiving. Lots of people don’t care what happens to him or her, but they don’t realize that a child or person or baby with an infectious disease like cancer, they aren’t just thankful on Thanksgiving. They thank god that they are alive every day that they are because they don’t know if today is their last day, their last hour, last minute, last second. They don’t know, so they live their lives like is if there really is no tomorrow. We are usually wrapped up in ourselves and our own problems. It’s human nature, but what if that was changed? What if we did care all 365 days of the year? I don’t think it’s possible because you can’t care all the time, sometimes it’s okay to not care. I am my own person and I’m always grateful, but I can’t always care. Happy Thanksgiving!

Out of Place?

Ever just feel out of place? Like all your friends are there but suddenly you’re the third wheel, suddenly you feel like the tag-along. This new world is sour to you, new to you. Change is good, but suddenly there’s arguments, there’s fights about whether or not she belongs, or he belongs, they’ve even questioned you, but that’s not what makes your feelings change, not one bit, it’s not even when they scream in your face. It’s when you realize you don’t have those easy laughs, those goofy smiles, that’s when you realize, that’s it, I don’t need these people, I am lost. You want to walk around, get up, stretch your legs, but you’re really just leaving, you need to get away. You get called dramatic, retort back an even better answer. You get called a bad friend, tell them to look in the mirror. It’s only so long that you can be nice, that you can sit back and watch, at some point you’re going to break it out a little, even if you scream. Your friends will bring you to the side ask you what’s up and make you laugh, or they’ll ignore you, walk away, and talk behind your back. Those are usually the ones who’ll try to give you a lecture. You may be quiet or you may tell them that you don’t need one and to just forget about it. All these things course through your head leaving behind little notes, but you already know, you know they might be gone, so you just walk away, not scared, but too tired, tired of having to be the one who gets screamed at, tired of it all.

Drama

Controversy is good at times, the problems it causes, not so much. -theidiosyncratic. These problems usually lead to a dramatic series of events. Drama is annoying, it can tear apart friendships, families, and relationships. Drama doesn’t really help a person. I have drama, it tore up my family, my dad gets in fights with my mom, it tore up my friends, my friends all hate each other. I know I’m not the first or last person who will have drama ruin something. My problems aren’t important, they’re just there needing someone to read them, listen to them, understand them, the same way you have your own problems. I can’t write something and expect people who read my blog to like it. That’s up to you. I would like to read or listen to some of your problems, the way to comment is to click on the name of what you’re reading and scroll down. I really do hope someone tells me their side of the story, it would be nice to hear, or read.

Phil Knight

The man who went from down to up, several times. The man whose shoes you probably wear everyday, along with his clothing and accessories. Phil Knight, the co-founder of Nike, major innovator, and traveler. Phil Knight was a major success, but his daughter is a ghost. He actually pretends he doesn’t have one, but people have searched up his name and Christina Knight automatically appears under it. I have clicked on her name about 1,000 times over the past 3 months and nothing. What is he hiding about his daughter? Is he ashamed? Did she ask for privacy? What is going on? I know he has heard these questions, so why hasn’t he answered them? Even in his book Shoe Dog….the name Christina doesn’t even show up. Also, he says he has 11 grandchildren, I counted, but Travis and Matthew are only father’s of 6 of them. Makes you wonder, what about the other 5? Phil Knight might be all he is, but he might be something no one thought he was. People, especially famous people hide their true colors. It’s a proven fact, The Kardashians are proof.

Anger

You have it bubbling up inside you, like a potion brewing in a witches cauldron, ready to burst at any point in time, ready to throw a ball across the room at somebody, something, anything. Anger is a powerful emotion. The question is though: should you hide it? Anger can build up inside you. It can be fuel or it can be the very thing that destroys you. Anger is useful, but it can also be very problematic. There are ways to subdue your anger though, like playing a sport, or screaming when no one is around to hear you, or you could even write your anger out. Your anger will subdue, but not fully. You cannot take your anger out on people who you aren’t particularly angry at. If you do you might feel better, but what about the other person? Anger must be used at the right times if not it can hurt people. You must also remember along with anger comes the truth and it might hurt, but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Anger can only remain hidden for a certain amount of time, it’s always 2 steps behind you, don’t let it catch up.