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My honest poem/ inspired by Rudy Francisco
I was born on March 16th
I guess that makes me a pisces?
I don’t know i don’t belive in all that.
I’m 5’1.
I have blue eyes, i don’t know how to drive.
I fell for a boy with green eyes, black hair and the brightest smile.
I’m still learning how to fit in.
I often fit into places where i “shouldn’t.”
“I almost never fit into places where i “should.”
I was born like a flying superman but can’t seem to find my cape.
I like dr.pepper a lot.
I’ve been told that i give the best advice.
People say it feels like i’m trying to “grow up” too fast;
And really it’s because i am.
Secretly, i always wonder if people think i look too “big” in what i wear.
I have this odd fascination with things like archery and stuffed animals that make me feel like i have my childhood at the touch again.
I usually find myself dedicating too much time to other people and never myself.
That’s also why i tend to fall deeply in love with men who i can give all of my attention to.
I know it sounds crazy but it’s pretty easy for me, and to be honest i feel safer that way.
You see relationships, they often remind me that i’m stronger than i think. But what if i’m not strong all the time?
i’m exhausted.
The other day, I got my heart shattered over something i can’t control.
Now, i cant tell what is going to hurt me and what isn’t.
I’ve never been to Alaska, but i feel so cold and isolated
It’s from being so hard on myself for the little things.
I know this sounds weird,
But sometimes i wonder what someone would think if they could read my mind.
I’ve got a filing cabinet that is completely unorganized and a black hole in my dresser.
I’m afraid that if you see the real me, i will appear different.
Hi, my name is Savannah.
I enjoy fried chicken, seeing people happy, and singing at the top of my lungs to heal the hurt.
But i don’t slow myself to truly hurt as often as i need to.
I have a mirror like confidence, it can be shattered with one put down.
I have a hard earned smile, and will do anything to honor my late uncle and grandmother.
My hobbies include trying to fix things that can’t be fixed, hiding behind my bubbly personality, and trying to convince myself that i can do life’s hardest things that it pushes at me.
I don’t know much but i do know this;
I know that Heaven is full of people that i love
I know that Angels sing and that God listens to my prayers, especially the tear filled ones.
It reminds him that i still have faith through the hardships.
And it’ll all be so worth it when i enter those golden gates and hear the words “well done my good and faithful servant.”
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Hi! i’m Savannah and i’m a junior in highschool! this originally started as a class assignment to read Rudy’s and than write our own and i didn’t think much of it. But i was so wrong. i owe this whole poem to Rudy because he inspired me for this! if you took the time to read this, thank you! i hope you love it!