I was a broken and scratched disk, damaged goods
I remember the needles in my arm standing at attention fueling me up so I wouldn't break down.
I heard those unholy words, scary words, words one should never hear; Leukemia
I saw those scans, the determining factor, the one thing they didn't want me to see.
I worried if I would ever have a future or someone who loved me.
I thought I was headed for six feat under
But I want change.
I am an opptimistic, outgoing, intellegent old soul who wont ever stop believing in the good of the world.
I think everyone deserves a chance or two, they all deserve happiness
I need make others happy, to make them feel beautiful, and to help them be positive
I try to find the extraordinary in everyday ordinary
I feel a fire of desire has ignited within me, wanting to set the world of change ablaze
I forgive the breaks of the fast and easily fill them with chunky peanut butter
Now I can change.
I will be a go getter, a loving friend, an amazing partner, and an even better hugger
I choose to lead my life with optimism verses a pessimistic outlook.
I dream to be happy, to be a mother, to be the caring soul one can come home to.
I hope to change the world, if not the world a person, if not a person, a day.
I predict taking over the Big Apple, having a bite and savoring the sweet. Carpe Diem
I know I can be the girl with tattoos, a pinup look, a photographic mind, and a spirited outlook that can be a mother, wife, teacher, artist, and anything I put my mind to. I can be me without having to give up anything or anyone within that process. Today and forever more I choose to be the tiny girl with the big eyes and the caring heart who never stops wanting to tend to others.
I will change.