I put my name in a bubble today and made a web of words around it that I want to represent me. These were the words I came up with today: unstoppable, hot, self-motivated, positive, healthy, smart, inspiring, and role model.
Each word has a lot of meaning behind it and would/will take a lot of work to achieve. Some of those things I feel are accomplished, and others need a lot of work.
Unstoppable- to me this means that nothing can get in the way of what I want. Not feelings, obstacles, sickness, attitudes. When people look at me they will think that nothing can bring me down.
Hot- this has to mean that I've reached my dream weight, and could possibly be comfortable to post a bikini pic on Instagram. I know it sounds weird, shallow maybe?, but I have a dream of it.
Self-Motivated: I want to have a drive, an inner hustle, that pushes me to be great. I don't want to have to look at others to "want" I want to strive for it because I want it. I want to wake up in the morning and just go get it!
Positive: I want to remain positive even through the hard times.
Healthy: I want to have a healthy lifestyle without trying. i just want it to be naturally healthy.
Smart: I want to be book smart, street smart, and I'm not at the moment. I feel like i skip by and never take the time to digest knowledge. I want the vocabulary to flow from my lips into everyday life. I want to read more, about topics that don't really relate to my life or fantasy life. so that I can have in depth conversations about things that are bigger than me.
Inspiring: I want to have an influence on young people. I want them to want what I have...not in a pompous way, but in a way that will make them strive to be better themselves. I want to have an impact of young girls, in how they view themselves. I want them to know they are fierce.
Role Model: I want to be someone they can look up to. Not just their teacher, but someone who fought for them and for herself.
I want to create an organization for young women called, Fierce Women. My idea is to have a group of women who travel with me to schools in Charlotte. Holding "pep-rallys" and assemblies for girls. Building them up, having fun with them, talking to them about real world issues like: self-esteem, sex, bullying, rape culture, poise, make-up tutorials, working, sisterhood, and being fierce. What it means to be a woman in the world. It may not be for everyone, but it is something to get girls excited about being a girl. We have so many labels and we never praise what it means to be proud of who we are. I want logos and shirts and clubs to come out of this pep talk.
Let me know what you think, and if you have any ideas about this club/public speaking events! Thanks.
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Some writing
What we have is today.
Think about it as one chance.
Please, now, don't look at this as some stupid essay.
Just please listen to what I hear every weekday.
Na, well maybe I'll put it into scenarios.
With little boys and girls, that hoot and holler.
The cheerios
who'd ya know, its the
the light skin, dark skin, white skin, kids.
It's you, the faces right here
in front of me.
gosh the things I overhear
you all so unaware
that I've been there.
I know the trials you walk,
the hallways you walk down.
I know the way the you talk
makes you feel like maybe you're stuck in a coocoo clock.
coocoo this, coocoo that,
no one gets you, you think
not even know that what your teacher is about to spat
is so much deeper than the democrats,
and republicans fighting over democracy,
fighting for equal opportunity,
no I'm fighting another battle you see,
just to have students realize consistency
love comes from all around us,
but how do you teach the girl that she is valuable
Tv, Social media, music, just clouding and their brains' so malleable
these minds of the fainted heart, the search for people to trust.
Think about it as one chance.
Please, now, don't look at this as some stupid essay.
Just please listen to what I hear every weekday.
Na, well maybe I'll put it into scenarios.
With little boys and girls, that hoot and holler.
The cheerios
who'd ya know, its the
the light skin, dark skin, white skin, kids.
It's you, the faces right here
in front of me.
gosh the things I overhear
you all so unaware
that I've been there.
I know the trials you walk,
the hallways you walk down.
I know the way the you talk
makes you feel like maybe you're stuck in a coocoo clock.
coocoo this, coocoo that,
no one gets you, you think
not even know that what your teacher is about to spat
is so much deeper than the democrats,
and republicans fighting over democracy,
fighting for equal opportunity,
no I'm fighting another battle you see,
just to have students realize consistency
love comes from all around us,
but how do you teach the girl that she is valuable
Tv, Social media, music, just clouding and their brains' so malleable
these minds of the fainted heart, the search for people to trust.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Poem about Spokane
Spokane, WA
The grey, far away sky, encompassed over the Little Spokane River,
sun hidden away behind the clouds, and the crisp air cut through lungs.
Dry twigs, grass, and bushes,
brown as the dirt they grew from,
were dried up, cold, and hibernating.
The frosted rains came and went,
joining the ice capped falls of the dam.
Water flowing,
bisecting two land masses.
In the beginning of December
the sky stayed cloudy all the time and Washington
rarely saw the warmth of the sun.
When the clouds drew back,
shimmers of sun would illuminate the river,
sparkle off the white snow,
and feature the brown dirt lining the roads.
Everything surviving winter.
The grey, far away sky, encompassed over the Little Spokane River,
sun hidden away behind the clouds, and the crisp air cut through lungs.
Dry twigs, grass, and bushes,
brown as the dirt they grew from,
were dried up, cold, and hibernating.
The frosted rains came and went,
joining the ice capped falls of the dam.
Water flowing,
bisecting two land masses.
In the beginning of December
the sky stayed cloudy all the time and Washington
rarely saw the warmth of the sun.
When the clouds drew back,
shimmers of sun would illuminate the river,
sparkle off the white snow,
and feature the brown dirt lining the roads.
Everything surviving winter.
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