Brianna Nicole Graham

Once there was nobody
          who spent much of his time
          preoccupied with becoming somebody
          
          He required certain people and things
          to embark upon somebodyhood 
          ’twas a trying task indeed
          this climb from nobody to somebodyship
          
          Alas
          
          Somewhere along the road 
          from nobody to somebody
          somebody found himself to be
          part somebody
          part nobody
          but more somebody than nobody
          
          Aha
          
          So this is what it feels like to be a somebody, 
          thought once-nobody
          as he wore his somebody hat
          and met fellow somebodies
          to discuss some things
          (unknown to nobodies)
          
          I’m someone! 
          thought somebody
          as he walked with busybodies
          somewhere 
          where somebodies summer
          (or winter)
          
          I’m not nobody
          proclaimed somebody
          which makes me a sure somebody
          and no longer nobody
          
          But then
          
          Somebody met nobody
          who was once somebody
          ’twas confusing for both somebody and nobody
          
          Their discussion lasted well into the night
          
          If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, could not somebody have heard it too?
          
          Nobody agreed that somebody might hear the falling tree but . . .
          
          Alas!
          
          Sounds heard by somebody are different than sounds heard by nobody
          
          Oh to be somebody turned nobody
          
          Oh to be nobody turned somebody
          
          Whom to be?
          
          Nobody knew
          
          Nobody and somebody decided to trade hats so that each would know how it felt to be in the other’s shoes
          
          But somebody remembered his nobodyhood
          and nobody remembered his somebodyhood
          
          Which is exactly how it was meant to be from the very beginning of somebodyship

life is short,
          
          if  you ever losed someone,
          
          someone you love,
          
          they come back to life,
          
          in heaven where god is,
          
          my mom died in a car accident,
          
          she is in heaven with god.
          
          
          
          i miss her very much,
          
          she was loved by family,
          
          she was a great mother,
          
          she was my everything,
          
          but now she is gone and i wish i could done something,
          
          but i couldn't everyone said that it is done so let it go,
          
          i can't let it go,
          
          because she is my mother,friend...
          
          life is short,
          
          believe in yourself,
          
          put your mind to anything you want,
          
          yes my mom died but she is always there for me,
          
          i know people underestimate me,
          
          but i'm strong and beautiful me......

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