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Little Chubby Girl

1/23/2015

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Little chubby girl, keep on smiling through your pain. 
Little chubby girl, know your worth. 
Little chubby girl, you are beautiful too. 
Your smile will one day light up a room, your life will spark change in so many. You will be an inspiration to us all. 
Little chubby girl never loose yourself, you are so wonderful yes you are.
You can hold the world in your palm and make a grumpy man laugh, your charm will calm the angry, your smile will lift the brokenhearted. 
Little chubby girl keep your feet on the ground until you learn to fly and soar among the greatest. 
Little girl is all you are afraid of whats before you, little girl don't be scared I'll always be here for you. 
I used inspiration from the latest blog to draw up this little poem. I wish there was more encouragement for girls to be themselves and not put so much pressure on them. I wish we could teach our children to be accepting of everyone and not grow into bullies. I wish we all had the ability to see ourselves in such a positive light that it reflects onto an entire nation. I wish we could all be loving and caring. I wish we were all raised the way I was, to not demand respect but instead give it, especially to those who don't deserve it, all in hopes of them seeing how people should act and maybe spark a change in their lives. 


Thank you to everyone one of you, who inspire me on a daily basis to keep on writing!
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Blank Screen

1/14/2015

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I sit here in front of  a blank screen a blank page waiting to be filled waiting to be full of words so eloquently spoken, written, felt deep in the soul of the one who dares write them. I look into myself searching and hoping to find something significant something amazing to do or say words on a blank page filled with no meaning unless they mean something to me, who cares what I'm saying. Who cares what I'm feeling unless I can speak it, unless I can put into words the fear that's within me. Who cares what I'm thinking, unless I can write it and let myself know exactly what's happening. It's a revelation, I let my self go and let the words flow through my fingers allowing myself to just be free and flow free, run free with these sentences, be free with this ink that is bleeding down this once blank page now it is filled with mixed emotions, tears shed in ink on this fine evening. I'm happy yet frightened, scared of loosing and winning. The fear of failure and success. I know me this way, I know this life I lead. The life before me is unknown, I'll be a stranger to myself. All these things I find inside me, when I didn't even know they existed. All this ink shedding light into myself, its the only way I'll ever know only by letting this ink drain my soul. I feel a huge weight lift off my shoulders, It's no longer trapped inside I've released it...







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