mysnickersbaby

An Ode to a Microphone June 14, 2010 Amplify Amplify my pain, my joy, my sorry Make my nervousness louder The hic in my voice between stanzas The quiver in my voive when I say something I'm passionate about When I walk up these steps and cross this stage I swear I'm passionate, I swear I'm not nervous But when I step up to this microphone And realize that this microphone will amplify all of my pain until it resonates through the walls and into the streets And now I'm scared And now I can't speak All because of a small piece of technology purposed to make my voice seem louder But no one ever thought, no one saw that this technol

Love story Jan. 22, 2009 we grew up together. me and her. we were children together. in diapers together, day-care, pre-school, elementary school, middle school, high school; we were always together. she called us best friends. i was okay with that. in elementary school we always walked out to recess together, holding hands, steps in unison. i would go play with the guys -football, dodge-ball, foot-racing; she would go play with the girls -dolls, boardgames, swings. at the end of recess i would go over to where she was and we would walk back to class together, holding hands, steps in unison. during middle school we were voted "best friends