My cause

When I get out of here and become something and make money. I would donate money and help people and there family with there disorder to the American Heart Association. I would donate and help them because my grampa is currently dying from congestive heart failure. My grampa is a big part of my life, and I think he would enjoy it if I helped people with the same problems he has. He didn't have any help with his disorder because no one knew about it. But I know now, and I want to help.

My name

When I was little finding someone with the same name as me was a rare occasion. I thought I was the only Hayley. So unique, so different. When I finally found someone
with the same name I was so excited! I wasn’t alone. But now as I’m growing up I can’t go anywhere with out having another Hayley around. The drive to find more brought thousands. Spelled so many different ways. I thought I was the first, but no one can spell my name, and some can’t pronounce it. It’s so frustrating living a life with Hayley’s all around me. I want the feeling of being unique, different. All of the other Hayley’s can just leave. I was the first! To get rid of the confusion people call me Hale. Hale means retreat but Hayley means hero. I’m not afraid I don’t retreat. A hero is what I will be when I become an R.N. I was the first, and Hayley fits me the best!

Twin Dandelions

Bonded together by roots. Roots from two different parents. There are 4 others. Seeds not yet ready to be a flower. Floating in the wind, far and near. Not under the steady guidance. The two not quite ready to leave the field. We are waiting til fully grown and completely ready.

The Moon

Coming out only at night. To shy for the day. To bright for the world. Hiding during the day shinning at night. I'm really shy and I hide myself from a lot of people during the day but at night there's not so many people, so I can shine and be myself.

Born Shy

Always shy. To scared to talk to people. To afraid of what they would say. When I was little I wouldn't talk to anyone expesially my grandpa.
He is tall he talks loud his face is hard. But me little, short, skinny soft, quiet. My grandpa trying to talk to me talking with his loud stern voice, right in my face with hi scary big head. To afraid to listen, I ran behind my gram.
Now as I'm getting older I'm not as shy, my grandpa doesn't scare me. I can talk to most people. There are still somethings I can't do but I'm putting myself out there to gain confidence and brake out of my shyness. My own choice to brake free. I don't want to be shy. I want to be out there. Wanting to do so many things but I can't be shy for them. I spent many years being shy and I'm done. My voice is going to be heard. I want it to be heard.

First tattoo,
lilies blossoming
grandparents anniversary
Black and White
simple
meaning
love, care, hope, strength,
Faith.
55 years together
16 years loving and caring
for me.
A major part
of my
life.
A simple of
my love for
them.

The house on Mango Street.

Sandra
Who is an artist
Who writes about her life, poetry, and writes for kids.
Who loves colors, culture, and poetry.
Who feels intelligent, helpful, and creative.
Who says “Revenge only engenders violence, not clarity and true peace. I think liberation must come from within.”
Who gives education, grants, creativity.
Who is know for writing Caramelo, The house on Mango Street, and Loose Women
Who has worked as a teacher, and a counselor.
Whose parents are Mexican, and Chicana.
Who is an artista
Who is a resident of Texas