When I look into a mirror
I sometimes ask myself Who am I? I am a daughter a sister and a friend but there is so much more inside of me so much more that no one sees I have memories stored in tiny files they go for inches, yards, even miles Going to Mexico when I was only ten playing with cousins who aren’t only family but friends Memories of smiles, parties, and great food to0 All of these memories in my head are glued I have a style that will never go to bed I have so many opinions crammed inside my head I admit I am a drama queen I say what I feel I believe in gods and goddesses egyptian, greek, and roman monsters, heroes, magic and me in my head there is no such thing as Fantasy I have traditions in my family My dad holds me up too put a star on my christmas tree my grandmother taking me out to tea baking corn souffle with my dad telling my mom about my day these are worth more than I can pay I have hopes and ambitions for everyone to see And ones that are deep deep inside of me I want to be a singer for everyone to hear I want to be an actress one with no fear i want to be a mother one that doesn’t nag or fret i want to be a teacher on that nobody can forget When I answer that question I always feel refreshed I know who i am and what makes me me but there is still so much more inside of me
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