It's easier said than done. I'm constantly taken advantage of because I look delicate to everyone else. When I stand up, I'm shoved back down. When I speak up, I'm silenced. It's the story of my life.
You asked about the meaning of my poem, "Life in a Teacup"?
Well, I wrote it after I kept getting made fun of by these boys that were over six feet tall. They kept making short jokes, seeing as I'm only 4'11". I wrote it out of frustration and anger.
I know like that movie Marly and Me but I'm thinking of convincing my parents of getting a great Dane b/c they're beautiful big animals 2 me but my mom is scared of animals like that. We have a lot of open space & my brothrs will luv it but I'm not as home as I would like so I also have a kitten in mind.
He died on my 6th grade spring fling. I came home woke up th nxt day & my mom told me he died...she nevr told me how but I tink it had sumthin wit him beinstuck undr th dryer....I was devasted
Yeah I love them too Joey (my ferrets name) was so skilled at running away and coming back out of nowhere that It felt like having more of dog in the house than a ferret. He was my brave little Joey