Messy hair and barefooted while running the street
She had an imagination that couldn’t be beat
Her mom was hoping she would be an athlete
But she was so klutzy that it didn’t seem she’d have a chance to compete
As she grew her fantasies did too
She thought up stories that most would think were askew
Her mom had her playing sports that her heart would eventually pursue
And a passion for athletics started to breakthrough
She picked up a fancy for reading
A desire for writing began to appear just as a seedling
In volleyball and basketball she was now succeeding
And arts were something she was always heeding
The older she got the more concerned of others she became
Having everyone as her friend was something she wanted to claim
A constant thought of wondering if others thought she was lame
So she adjusted her dreams so she could be the same
She still had the same passions; they just were just not as sensational
Whatever she said she liked was only situational
Passiveness became her only identity that was representational
Everything depended on others so she lived completely improvisational
Suddenly she realized she could be herself and still have friends
The transition to speak her mind took all her commends
But being able to be open about her dreams made total amends
And now Malori Ann no longer pretends
New friends came because she made this transformation
Old pals also accepted the alteration
She started to become comfortable with confrontation
Confidence was now hers in any situation
Pursing writing and the arts was something she couldn’t wait to start
Playing sports was something that she didn’t want to part
She loved her now found life with all her heart
She is just lucky that she was so young when she chose to restart
She is also glad that she had this trial
Because now she can help others find their true lifestyle
Her new perspective makes everything seem worthwhile
And now she constantly wears a smile
Malori Ann still has her bad days
But she tries to remember to be herself always
While hard times are just opening up new pathways
And no good comes from dwelling on the yesterdays
-Malori Ann Howell
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