In English my name is derived from a flower, in Italian it's an ever green tree with fragrant rose like flowers. My middle name comes from the first for letters of my birth name, Rose. It means peaceful, it means patient, it's like the number 16. A bright color, it's the soft pitter patter of the rain on my window as a spirit enters the world. A mothers soft lullaby, the sweet melody. It was my mothers favorite name & now it's mine. It fits like pieces of a puzzle, two perfect lovers with their fingers intertwined, a mother to its child, like two halves of a heart. It represents me in ways only true eyes can perceive. It's the way an artists' hand embraces his paint brush, how a tagger spray paints his passion, around the world they say my name funny; like it's a rare species brought to society for the first time in history. It's the peace after the war, It's a song whispered like a secret; when it passes through his lips it's soft; like and angels' touch, newly fallen snow, freshly picked strawberries on a warm summers' day. It's that passionate feeling you get from your first kiss, it's real emotion, the spirit of creativity, a single rain drop dangling from a rose petal flushed with pink. It's a singers voice with the potential to be great. I am Kamelia; known only as one other name, Real. Because that's what I am, I am me & I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Jealousy


Jealousy, what makes me jealous? Where do I even begin? I get jealous when my mom chooses favorites and it's not me, when everyone decides to go somewhere fun & I'm not invited, when I tell people about something really cool & they don't give me credit, when my boyfriend talks to other girls, when my best friend calls someone else their best friend, when a girl is prettier than me & people compliment her so much, when people make getting good grades look so easy & I'm struggling to barely pass, when my friends talk about how great their boyfriend/ girlfriend is, when I'm stuck being a 3rd wheel, when I see cute couples at the mall holding hands, when my bestfriend has a boyfriend that treats her like the world, when someone can do what I do but 100X better... So let's just say I get jealous easy because people are better than me at so many things, the only thing I can do is be the best I can be and if it's not good enough for them then that's their problem.
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