Who Cares
It is a chilly evening in the middle of Autumn. In a house in a small and wealthy community, a teenage girl sits on her bed looking at the sliding mirror in front of her. Although she has everything she's always wanted, she stares at the mirror, but not necessarily looking at anything that can be found in the reflection. Instead, she lets her gaze bounce back and she allows herself to study nothing other than the beauty of a seemingly meaningless reflection. She distracts herself, trying not to think about the future. But the mirror doesn't allow her to look back into her past to where she wants to be. 

She is scared to grow up. Frightened of the future that is approaching, she cries every night. The child inside of her forces her to be completely oblivious to how much it wants her to stay. Part of her tries to resist this unnoticed grasp that her past has on her. The part of her that wants to grow up is now a slave to fear. The fear has been put there by the reflection that she can't seem to find in her mirror.

Sitting on her bed, she remains oblivious to the battle that is taking place between the adult side of her, and the child side of her. But soon she slips out out of the spell that was cast to shield her from the horror of the battle. She witnesses her childlike personality being weakened by maturity and responsibility. She doesn't care.

More Over Here

Being back in California has brought back a lot of my memories. Even though things have changed, I feel as though I'm a little girl again. I feel like I am reliving my early childhood. It's not quite the same, but it's what I've been waiting for. It's that spark I've been searching for. 

I consider my memories to be a part of my family. My memories are the part of my family that showed me who I could be. I could be fearless and I could be invincible. Nothing could scare me and nothing could bring me down. Now that I am here in California, I am being reminded of who I can be. I can be fearless. I can be invincible. I can be myself.  There is more over here. More than over there.

Sisters
I need you to know that I will never give up on you. Sisters always stay together. We might be separated at times, but I will always be where you can find me. 

Hard times have once again found their way into your mind, bringing back memories that should have been forgotten long ago. But don't you worry. I don't intend to let you stay in the past. I don't intend to leave you behind.

Look ahead lil sis. Keep your head up. Be confident because you're beautiful. Inside, and out. We're sisters. We'll always be sisters.

A Change
A change in life
can be good
or it can be difficult

A change in life
may sometimes seem
like taking a step back
perhaps it feels like
reliving a bad dream
or maybe it brings
a feeling of contentment

A change in life
may sometimes seem
like climbing a mountain
perhaps it feels like 
your legs are not strong enough
or maybe it makes you feel
like you can do anything

A change in life
is a change that
no matter what
will always make you stronger

Be patient with life
and the changes that it brings
it will challenge you
to be the best that you can be.
and it will always make you stronger.

Best Friend
My best friend 
is like a sister to me
I love her dearly

I will always be there for her
We will always be sisters 
no matter what

Making a friend 
gives me joy
Making a best friend
Well that's an even better feeling

Growing Up (submitted and written by one of my friends)
How do you tell yourself to grow up when you really don't want to? I want to go back to being that little girl I was. With the perfect family and the perfect life. Now that I'm older, things are getting colder. I lost everything and I'm dying inside. But no one really cares to help me. Sometimes I think about whether or not I'm even supposed to be here. Sometimes life just sucks. I feel like when I was a little girl I had so much going on for me. I had happiness. But now I've pushed happiness away. I tried to be strong...but then I grew up and my happiness is gone. I don't know how, or why, I hate growing up. I just don't want to grow up. --Anonymous

Hey, homies! Thank you guys so much for continuing to read my blog and taking time to read the things that come from my heart. It means so much to me. Poetry is a beautiful thing that comes from people's hearts. Poetry is used to communicate the stuff that you wouldn't necessarily be able to communicate in person. The stories and memories that we have can always be put into some form of poetry. So, I encourage you guys to try it. Maybe keep a journal. Anyways, I love y'all, and thanks for reading my blog! I hope you guys continue to read my stories and memories!