I

I tried to express myself through scratches and
Scars
Bumps and bruises
A tangle of faded t shirts and
Ripped denim skirts
Proclaiming to the world
That I
Was tough
Hair in a ponytail I raced up the hill
Climbed the tree and
Fell down
Mud
On my
Face
I grit my teeth
Blood
On my skin
Proving to my friends that I
Could be
Tough

II

Changes. What a powerful word.

Changes can be horrible, devastating. But they are also full of hope.

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I’ve played two seasons of soccer. I love it. Soccer is my passion. My love. I never thought I’d give it up.

I thought wrong.

I have height.

And hopefully foot skill.

Basketball.

It’s time to make changes.

Play guitar instead of piano.....go to youth group....maybe even start up a girls group of our own. Who knows? Changes come all the time.

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