In the Spot Light
From birth I stood out.
Red curly hair that stuck straight up.
Two loving parents, two loving brothers
I am the only sister, the youngest
I've always been protected, charished
Things began to flip and flop
Divorce came and destroyed
but I survived
living in two homes
back and forth
Growing smarter and older
Crash!
A blow to my head
My car in a ditch
My mom with 8 broken ribs
a major cuncussion for me
looks like no basketball
but hey, theatre is ok
Passion grows, theatre is apart of my soul
With shakspere in my veins
and singers heart I am unstopable
Dedication, love, and a world to explore
French comes easy to my tounge
I want to explore
I want to learn
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