Début: A little girl & her poems

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About 20 years ago, I was a 6 year old girl and in the 1st grade. It was around this time that our teachers started encouraging us to write short stories and poems in class… Every year, they submitted the best ones to be published in a book for young authors. I think all my poems were published. They were silly, of course, but I quickly realized I was really good at writing and rhyming. And that was when my love for poetry began. I would spend hours after school writing poems. After my grandmother passed away when I was 9 and I started being bullied at school for other reasons, I turned to my writing as a form of therapy. My poems were really dark for such a young girl and frankly, my mother became terrified. Haha.

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5 yr old Kayla. Check out the strawberry curls 🙂

But, of course, I eventually stopped writing poems because people started making me feel embarrassed at school. Last year, miraculously, I came across a poetry site I remember from when I was younger. When I typed my name in, many of my old poems were STILL on there! It’s been a joy rereading them. It’s like my younger self is screaming out to my older self for help and my older self is now comforting her knowing she’s been there and she made it and everyone’s going to be okay. (Does that make sense?)

Recently, I decided to start writing again. My hope is that someone lost and alone stumbles upon this blog and finds the courage needed to know that everything will be okay and leave with a smile on their face. I’ll make sure I work up the courage to post the new poems on here but until then, I’d like to share some of my favorite poems from when I was a little girl. This one is called “Her Way” and I wrote it when I was probably 10ish and reminiscing on how I spent all my days as a kid under the sun running around and not having a care in the world. I just wanted to go back to a time and place where I didn’t give two shits what anyone said to me, about me, or what they thought of me. Growing up is rough. 🙂

Her Way

She’s used to wearing ponytails

Shorts and muscle shirts, too

Her favorite toy was the outdoors

She loved to be there with you

Her long red hair bounced on her back

Her freckles dotted her like stars

She was so young and so carefree

Now her heart has so many scars

Her life went by so quickly

As she continued trying to be herself

Her awards kept rolling in despite being bullied

She has them placed on her shelf

To be her younger self again

She’d trade everything she had

She walks around with a frown

But if she was young, she’d be glad

Running around in the sunlight

That’s what she’d do every day

She’d happily go back to that

If only she could have her way

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