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Words from a Burning Soul


Awards:

Superintendent Scholar Award for highest grade on standardized test scores in high school grade level for 2012, 2013, and 2014

Rosalind Perez Scholarship Award for outstanding academic achievement in 2014

Leadership Award for showing leadership potential in 2012

 

Honors and Achievements:

Valedictorian (Top Graduate) for Senior Class in 2014

President of the National Technical Honor Society in 2013-2014 school year, Secretary for 2012-2013 school year

Secretary of National Art Honor Society chapter in Ed White Memorial High School for 2013-2014 school year

President of Students Against Destructive Decisions for 2013-2014 school year, and member for 2011-2012 and 2012-2013 school years

Secretary of Robotics Club in 2012-2013 school year

Founding member and Secretary of Ed White Memorial High School’s Sewing Club in 2013-2014 school year

 

Volunteer Work:

Camp Counselor and Kitchen Crew Worker at Highland Creek Camp for the summers of 2011, 2012, and 2013

League City Animal Shelter in Fall 2014

Youth Leader and Child Care Helper at His Touch Ministries from June 2012 to current date

My bare face isn't pretty.

My eyelids don't sparkle without eye shadow,

my skin isn't clear without concealer,

and my lips aren't bold without lipstick.

 

My naked soul isn't nice.

In the early mornings I am grumpy,

when tragedy strikes I get angry,

when I am overwhelmed I weep,

and can only hear the sounds of my own heartache.

 

On my own, all I am is a broken and empty soul.

 

But I have been made beautiful and radiant.

My eyes don't need eye shadow to sparkle,

my skin doesn't need powder to glow with joy,

and my lips don't need color to give way to laughter.

 

And I have been loved and I learn to love.

Mornings help me see that darkness soon gives birth to light,

when there is trouble I understand the despair of others,

and it's only when my blood boils and I snap,

that I can truly learn to forgive and let live.

 

Pretty can not describe my spirit that glows.

Nice can not describe the love I want to give others.

But words can attempt to describe me, 

if they are as true and real as the interworking of my soul,

and as burning as the fire in my bones.

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