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by KRISTEN

As a little girl nobody told me how
Hard it would be;
Didn’t tell me that I would be bullied,
Get hurt, and let them make fun of me.
But the thing they did tell me is that I
Would be something;
Told me follow my D.R.E.A.M.S and
Let no one tell me different.
In the evolution of my life, I would
Move from being that shy girl to
A shy girl who can sorta speak her mind.

I started to let music, poetry, and
Dance influence my life,
So now I let music fill my D.R.E.A.M.S,
POETRY grab my hand, and DANCE lead my way
The evolution of my life is the three above
MUSIC, POETRY, and DANCE.

I use to be the one who would be
Afraid to say hello, talk to new people
And be me.
Now I can do the above,
I let music fill my D.R.E.A.M.S
POETRY grab my hand and
DANCE lead the way
Will I revert to the old me?
Quiet, shy, and nervous?
NO!

I will be loud, courageous and spontaneous.
The evolution of my life is and will
Forever be MUSIC, POETRY, and DANCE.
I am Kristen Dominique Newman.
I am eighteen.
I have evolved into a mature,
Yet fun young woman.
I do let music fill my D.R.E.A.M.S.
POETRY take my hand . . . and
DANCE lead the way.

by KRISTEN

Regret is like…
the last slice of pizza getting taken when you wanted it.

Being speechless is like…
the guy you like wanting all your attention, but not getting it.

Winter is like…
A big heat stroke needed of air.

Confusion is like…
not being worthy to a king.

Doug Manuel is like…
the breath of fresh air needed after a hard time.

Crying is like…
your favorite show being canceled, ice cream being melted on a hot day.

Change is like…
not knowing what color finger polish to wear.

by KRISTEN

Who are you?
Are you the one who always gets told
that you should model,
That you have the face for it,
That you are beautiful enough,
That your body and height is perfect?
But then you have a flashback of
being told you are too skinny…
Then you you realize that you were the girl bullied.
So you are that girl…
You can still hear the hurtful words,
“Hey are you from the Wizard of Oz
weren’t you the scarecrow?”
Or the “you’re a NEW–Man.”
Haha, get it New—MAN because
you have the last name Newman.

And to put the cherry on top,
your mother doesn’t make it better.
You get belittled,
So you use to run to your room at
night and cry because
you thought she never cared.
Or was it because she ridiculed you
for, for EVERY little Thing.

That “you need to dance just like
your big sister.”
That “you need to run track like
your big brother.”