Rat, it you come to the door you might get a treat.
You are always hungry and paw with your toes, Attentively you will sniff around with your pink little nose. Come to the door rat, the treats can’t be beat. Though you are sassy, when you are good, I will take out a peanut or even a banana piece You will bound up the bars because your hunger will not cease. Come to the door, Rat. Like I knew you would. From outside the bars, a bag crinkles loudly, What could it be? Twitch and sniff and down wafts the scent of a treat most devine, I can hear you speak, my distant master, Come! Let me see. On a most tiresome night the wake-ness is mine, Master, please feed me for one day I might be free, From the bars of this cage and together we may dine. (This is a dialogue poem between me and my rat Kopa, who is always hungry but rarely lovey)
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I booked a hotel room for Chicago.
How long are you staying. Just two nights. Ok. We’ll be back on Sunday. Ok. I am so excited. Ah... I think your dad is the most excited. Hm, really. He was practically giddy, for being himself. That’s good. Yes, he needs it. You’ll have to find a ride on Sunday. Ok. Sorry I have to miss your meet. It’s fine. Do you need anything from the store. No I don’t think so. Gram could make you dinner one night. Ok. Or you could go out with your friends. Eh. Sorry I know you aren’t happy. I know you liked going last time. It’s whatever. Run fast so that you can rub it in that I wasn’t there to see it. Yeah. Love you. Love you too. Have fun. You too.
I have bumped
Your arm While we were Running the race Only because You cut in-front Of me Several times Forgive me I was Very pushy But so determined. I booked a hotel room for Chicago.
How long are you staying. Just two nights. Ok. We’ll be back on Sunday. Ok. I am so excited. Ah... I think your dad is the most excited. Hm, really. He was practically giddy, for being himself. That’s good. Yes, he needs it. You’ll have to find a ride on Sunday. Ok. Sorry I have to miss your meet. It’s fine. Do you need anything from the store. No I don’t think so. Gram could make you dinner one night. Ok. Or you could go out with your friends. Eh. Sorry I know you aren’t happy. I know you liked going last time. It’s whatever. Run fast so that you can rub it in that I wasn’t there to see it. Yeah. Love you. Love you too. Have fun. You too. (I don't know if this qualifies as a correct dialogue poem) October 10, 2019 Delaney Whitman 12825 Webster rd. Bath, MI 48808 Former Delaney Whitman 12825 Webster rd. Bath, MI 48808 Dear Delaney, From what I have learned and from what I have experienced, people really don’t carry their views of your past with them. Nothing you did in the past really changed how people looked at you. As you opened yourself up and changed like the colors of a chameleon you’ll learn more about who you are. No one can tell you who you are as it is your decision and your decision alone. Though memories still carry through on your end others will forget. The long periods of dread were worth nothing. We all do and say things that carry on with us and strike us with anxiety in random moments but no one else seems to care. Your image is not sullied. Life will carry on and memories will fade and new memories will form and take their place. It’s just how it goes. Things have changed since I was you. What I can say is that I think more and deeper, I feel more which feels like a stretch. Our relationships with others expanded. I am closer to Mom than you were, she is now my best friend and you get to see that a lot sooner than most. I have more friends and speak more with others even though it is still difficult we are going to get places. Complimenting and speaking out is less painful. Sometimes people listen sometimes they don’t. What counts is the words that come out and I promise they are better now, just keep working at it. Words will pour out in voice and in ink like a spilling bottle. Just see it in your mind and let your imagination grow. If I could step back into your shoes I would reach out more. Because I regret not doing things I should have and not trying anything new. Though there is still plenty of time I feel like I wasted a lot of it being you. If I could have made you go for something out of the box, If I could have made you talk to more people, If I could have made you see how splendid you are. I would have. In a heartbeat, I would go back and do things again but even so it would never be perfect, no matter how hard I would try .What is done is done. But that is how we grow, that is how we change that is how your character develops like on the pages of a strange teen-fiction book. There is still time to change, I know there is. So take that road and type that word and talk to that person because life will twist around and your story will build. Love, Delaney Whitman --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- October 10, 2019 Delaney Whitman 12825 Webster rd. Bath, MI 48808 Delaney Whitman 12345 Future Ln. Awaits, US 10000 Dear Delaney, I hope you found what you were looking for. It is too early for me to say what that might be but whatever it is I hope that you remain strong and confident enough to do it. And I hope that it makes you happy. Because I of all people know how much the future matters to you. Because I am you. Though I have limited experience and still need to gain wisdom and insight on the world, I hope that whatever it was I am looking for finds us. Don’t wait for it to find you. The future is ours. Make a move, I hope I did the things I want to and I hope that I make myself proud. Don’t let discouragement sway you from your dreams. It is your life, I hope you rely on yourself a little more. Let the decisions you make be the ones you wanted to make and the ones your heart tells you to make. I don’t know what kind of decisions I will be making in the future but I want them to be the right decisions whether or not they turn out the greatest. If that makes any sense. I want you to keep doing the things that keep you well. Keep working on your exercising, don’t slack off even as the tiredness of age hits you. Keep in shape and keep healthy. Be clean in your presence, your mind, and in your beliefs. Tidiness is key and I hope I find it by then. Do things for yourself that make your life good and your thoughts positive. I want to be remembered as a changing point. The moment where everything started to lock into place. When, though I was still growing, I began to live out in the way I wanted and the way I speak of. I don’t want to be remembered as a wasted year or a missed chance. I don’t want to have to think of myself as an adolescent in the negative way people often describe their teen years. Though I will change as I age I don’t want to look back and regret whatever phase I had even though I do that now. I want to be better than me. Remember me as a mentor for leading on to a life that would make each stage of my being proud. Love, Delaney Whitman They
Are irresponsible Individuals who share One mind and do bad things Which will get them in trouble But they do not care She Is a hateful Underclassman talking about The people she doesn’t know Without any concern For what it does to them Jacob Is a diligent Worker trying his Best to be the Greatest person He can be When I Started Believing In Myself
So this is not necessarily a specific moment. Believing in yourself takes time, its slow at first and it grows larger. It blooms. But what I can say is I began thinking more of myself and how the world plays out because of my influence sometime at the beginning of the year. Perhaps it was during track season, but who knows. I can say that it has taken a long while to reach this peak. Though it is not always solid and it never can be. It dips and it twists and it plays out in different ways. Being positive and being kind is a skill that everyone can learn. But it always starts within. At some point in life people realize what we call flaws. For girls this realization comes far too quickly. We begin to pinpoint “imperfections” about ourselves and others. We notice how different we are. I noticed first that I dressed weird and acted very strange. I wore multi-colors in middle school far too often and I was obnoxious in my freshman year and I felt like I was too slow in cross country junior year. There have been many hard hitting realizations I have had about myself. I realize that maybe I weird people out, I know they don’t like me. Or at least that’s what I used to think more. I realized that my nose looked funny and my lips and face was off-set. I thought then that I was not pretty. I have many days where I think the same thing still. I doubt as we all do. But now I doubt myself less. Too often I was told by my mom that I was too hard on myself. I was mean. I bullied myself and it impacts you all the same. No one ever told me to my face I was ugly. I made those scenarios up myself. I thought up ways to hear from someone else that I was not good enough or I was ugly and no one would date me. But I don’t recall one moment where someone said straight to my face such callous things as I tell myself. I started trying to care less about what people might think even though it is human nature to seek validation and to find out who likes us or hates us. Instead I tried my best to find out what I like about myself. I changed. I only mentioned it was track season when I first started trying to believe in myself because running is a huge part of my life and how I validate myself. It plays in to how I looked and felt. My friends, who had for years begged me to join track again, finally won me over. I needed something to get in shape for my half marathon anyway. So we started, I became better friends with the most uplifting and influencing people I have ever known. They cared about my improvement, They pushed me, They cheered me on more than anyone (besides my family) ever had. They helped me understand better how to care for myself and how to feel good and they genuinely liked me. It was the first step in the right direction. We lifted weights and my form got better and everyone noticed, I was told many times how much better I was looking while running. I was stronger and I was faster and I felt more accomplished. Not only that, I got in touch with my inner self. I set goals for myself and asked my pendelum (spiritual/energy reader, crystal on a chain.) what it thought because it will reflect what you feel and even the truth. Am I going to PR(Personal Record) in my race tommorrow? Or Is tommorow going to be a good day? And it would respond and sometimes it wasn’t the right answer but sometimes it was and it got better. I surprised myself. I started to feel how good I would do right before a race and I told myself how good I would do and I even began trying to spread positivity. Once you start showing it you start to realize how negative everyone else is and you will know the source of the bad energy and when to walk away from it. People don’t believe in themselves. I can see it now on the outside. How I looked and sounded when I was self doubting and being negative. I could see how ugly it got and how ugly it felt. It was the source of the problem and it consumes too many people. It swallows them whole, like a deep sea of crashing waves and it becomes increasingly hard to breathe until you grab onto your life preserver and you force yourself to swim. And you breach. You can breathe again and you won. You didn’t drown, Never drown, Don’t let yourself. It is so easy to swim when you believe. I don’t feel beautiful, fast, or smart every single day. But I do try. I do my best to believe and so much of my head space has been freed up because of it. I don’t weigh myself down with what people might think and I lifted myself up from that weird shadow (He’s mean, Like Peter Pan’s. A mischievous fellow.). I started getting faster and I started feeling prettier. I tell myself good things and I believe them, I really do. |
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