This is actually causing me pain to write this. For those of you who didn’t know me back then (most of you), I was a pretty sensitive little kid. Read lots of sad stories, crushed on the popular boys, sat in the corner reading…you get the picture. Eighth grade was a pretty tough year for me as it seemed I was at the peak of my awkwardness.
The poem is entitled “Reflection”…ahem. Goodness only knows what I was reflecting on here. This is a glimpse into the mind of the young poet. Be gentle.
REFLECTION
I look at you
and see myself
so perfectly.You are my goodness,
my will,
my hope.When I look at you
I see everything
that I want to be.Elizabeth Michelle Johnson
Age: 14
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Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Founder of GodlyGals, a ministry for women established in 2002. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
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