This Is My Life

-The Father Daughter Dance

2012-02-10T18:30:00.000-08:00

Friday night was the father daughter dance. Future fun filled the room of few people. My friend Lucy appears out of nowhere. "Hi!" She says as she hugs me. I say hi, then we began to dance and sing, until our friends come. Soon Ella and Lauren are there. Ella, Lucy, and I come up with the idea to take a picture of me and Ella holding Lucy. We made the picture complete with our hilarious faces and mouths filled with unstoppable laughter. Ella wanted a certain song, Misery, to play. We were all screaming with joy when it finally played. Ella, Lauren, Lucy and I were jumping, screaming, singing, dancing, and running all over place, stopping only for a quick cupcake, that we deserved. A slow song comes on. We take our dads hands and dance. When the slow song is done, we go back to our tradition; having the time of our lives. Soon Ella left, and we were sad to see her go home. But Lauren, Lucy and I, kept having fun...

Lauren and I visited Eliana for a second, and she has the coolest yet weirdest voice ever. I know that she has a helium voice. Eliana and I go to to Lucy, and we immediately attempt to get the extremely high and squeaky voices. Finally, me and Lucy get the helium voices. Though they end in a minute's time, they were really fun! Lucy and I ran to Lauren, speechless about our voices. I tried to help Lauren get the helium voice, but there were no more balloons left that had helium in them. Then Lucy, Lauren and I talk about horses and gymnastics while a boring song plays. My sister Victoria gives me a Lindt chocolate. Lucy and Lauren both want it, so I throw it and whoever gets it, gets it. Lucy got it, bragging as she placed the milky chocolate into her mouth. Victoria gives Lauren a chocolate after, and she was then satisfied. I run to the bathroom, with Lucy clinging to my arms. She's wearing the earrings I bought her! The blue peace sign earrings dangle in the light. Lauren peeks through the door, and we realize that the dance is almost done. Its the last slow song, so we continue to dance with our dads.

The two hours are almost done, and our great time is fading away. Lucy is ready to go, and me and Lauren don't want her to say bye. She hugs us again, then walks outside, and leaves. Me and Lauren dance to the last song, Set Fire To The Rain, and slowly say good-bye to each other. Tonight was super fun! I can't wait until next year!

-Two Poems About Slaughter

2012-02-07T17:10:00.000-08:00

It took me a month to write this poem, and it means a lot to me :) Its from the horses point of view and its called, "Why."

You never tell me you love me anymore.

A few days later you close the trailer door.

Didn't even bother to tell me goodbye.

What's going to happen, am I going to die?

A place, so scary, what will happen here?

I miss you, I need you, why aren't you near?

I see it happen so I finally know.

It's almost my turn to go.

I feel the bullet rush through my face.

I'm sorry I was such a disgrace.

But why? Why?

Why did you want me to die?

I'm finally free, from the pain and the stress.

Now I am gone, and there is one horse less.

Here's another poem I wrote:

We were best friends.
Our moments could never end.
But there was that show one day.
A bright, sunny day in May.
We were on top, so close to first place.
The blue ribbon was something we both had to chase.
The last jump, rather tall.
I'm very sorry, I let you fall.
You screamed at me, and slapped me with a crop.
I couldn't help it, but I needed you to stop.
So I reared, way up high.
And your last word was goodbye.

The nasty trailers you led me to.
All I could think about was you.
You sent me miles away.
Though I wanted to stay.
Where we finally arrived was a mystery.
The place was big, as I could see.
Would it be my new home, or was it a lie?
Would we stay happy, or would we just die?
I hear a bullet, and see him fall.
The only friend, I'd made at all.
"This guy's a real champion." I hear them say to me.
Does that mean that they will set me free?
I hear the door burst open, and I see your face.
You have come to save me, to take me away.
But its already too late.
The men don't care to wait.
I fall down to the ground, silently waiting for my heart to flicker off.
And I hear you cry, your tears sound so soft.
The last three words I hear, were they really true?
You fight all the tears and pain to say, "I love you."

Stop sending horses to slaughter!

-The Little Black Horse Poem

2012-02-07T17:00:00.000-08:00

This is a poem I wrote about horse abuse.

The little black horse stood, and shook nervously.
He was so cold, but they let him be.
No food, or water to be seen.
Everything was dirty, nothing was clean.
He searched the dusty ground.
But no food at all was found.
He wandered alone each and everyday.
No people, no friends, for whom he could play.
He was skinny, and that place didn’t help.
He never heard anything but a stray dog yelp.
He got sicker and sicker as each day passed.
That little black horse didn’t have a chance to last.
He was abused, by the way.
His cruel owner had to pay.
He was saved from it all just in time.
Should abusing horses be considered a crime?

-Florida

2012-01-31T13:43:00.001-08:00

Florida. I can’t quite remember the blazing sun, or the clear water. Probably because the last time I visited the beautiful state, I was two years old. During February vacation, my family is going back. We will escape the snow and be welcomed by the smooth sunlight, and beaches that await our appearance. I literally cannot wait to get to Florida!

I just hope that something bad doesn’t happen! The second time I went to Florida, there were these extremely weird and venomous fire ants that completely attacked my mom and I. I didn’t expect to see millions of ants guarding the playground. But I ran to the little ant mound thinking it was extra beach sand when suddenly, I see little red ants rushing towards me, eager to fill me with excruciating pain. I thank my mother, for nearly saving my life. Half of our stay in Florida, my mom and I were rubbing our legs, which were aching. Though we were left with red bumps covering our bodies, we made it out of Florida alive. But now that I am older, I will remind myself not to play over by some red ants who pretty much eat you alive.

I am really looking forward to go swimming again! I truly love swimming, but here its Winter! So I will save swimming back here for the Summer. Though Florida can bring me that in an instance with their beautiful beaches and pools. Also my four year old sister, Victoria, learned how to swim without her life jacket last Summer, so she is pretty psyched about swimming in Florida too!

Before We Chose: Our family really can’t decide what we will travel by! My step mom thinks we should go by car, but the rest of us are assumed that an airplane would be quicker and easier. We all think the plane would be more efficient so we don’t get stuck in a blizzard on our way. But maybe we will end up going by car, even though it will take more than 24 hours, it would be safer than a plane crash. After We Chose: Okay, so we chose a plane. My dad booked it the other night so we are all set. Wow. I haven’t been on a plane in five years. This will be a wild adventure…

I hope that the weather in Florida is good for the week. I’m talking sun and eighty degrees everyday! I guess to the Orlando Resort website, right now Florida is cloudy and seventy degrees. Not too bad, but its good since its Winter here and Summer everyday of the year in Florida! Though I am guessing if the people who admin that website haven’t changed the weather update in a while. Probably, because everytime I go on it to look at all the resorts and stuff, it says, Florida Weather: Cloudy and 70 degrees! Whatever. When I went to Florida, we had horrible weather! Tornado warnings about every day, a giant rain storm, extreme wind, and random rain; almost every afternoon. I hope the weather will be good, therefore I can enjoy my time in Florida. Not like when I was younger, where I would sit on a beach all day and run my fingers through thin sand.

“I want to swim with the dolphins like mommy did.” That’s what my little sister keeps saying. That’s one of her many reactions on going to Florida. Dolphins. Swimming. Fun. Maybe she won’t be like I was when we go this time. When I went last time, she wasn’t born yet. Maybe she will be a bit more enthusiastic unlike I was. She’ll go swimming of course, but I would have been forcing my mom not to make me swim waist deep in the water back then! Though my older sisters didn’t do this to me, I will make sure Victoria stays away from the fire ants. Who is her favorite sister now? I thought so. Now I want to swim with dolphins!

Well that is about all I have to say. Just, one more thing… Florida, here we come.

Horses- Not Just A Piece Of Paper

2012-01-31T13:33:00.000-08:00

Horses- Not just a piece of paper

My message to Slaughterers:

Why do you do this? You really want them to die? Or do you do this for the money? Its not a career. It will never be a career. Are you proud that you are killing horses? You are a horse slaughterer. What if a little girl sold that horse, the one you just killed, and thought it would go to a good family? Apparently you like seeing each beautiful animal getting shot in the head and dying, just like that. By you! You kill them. That is just cruel...

People need to stop sending horses to Slaughter Houses. If more people stop, the world wouldn't have enough money to keep them running. But now guess what? Horse slaughtering is legal. So for now they can send any horse they want to a Slaughter House without getting arrested. I’m sure they’re proud. But seriously? You can’t sell your horse to a friend or even a local SPCA? Is it really that hard? Does it have to be the Slaughter house? Well if you choose that, think about all the great times you had with that horse. Even if every moment wasn't amazing, no horse deserves to be slaughtered. Can you imagine eating a horse? Never. Thousands of horses get slaughtered each year. Can you even think of that? Foals. Mares. Beautiful stallions. Can you just see a foal getting slaughtered? I mean they’re so little. So young. So hopeless. And they die... What for?

Did you know that every fifteen minutes one horse gets slaughtered in the world? That's how bad horse slaughtering is. Happiness from the past turns into certain death, on only one trailer ride. In 2008, the number of horses that year sent to slaughter houses in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico was about 50,000! Soon enough the beautiful animals turned into dinner for people in Europe and Japan. Why are we slaughtering horses to feed to the people throughout Europe and Japan? They can feed themselves. But if we stopped slaughtering horses in America, Europe and Japan would slaughter them right? Poor horses. I wish horse slaughtering could be illegal in the whole world!!!!

Horses aren't the only animals getting slaughtered. Cows, pigs, goats, sheep, etc. Most livestock is turned into food. I know a lot of people love bacon (like me) and steak but still. I'm not asking the world to go all vegetarian and stuff just, STOP EATING HORSE! Once horse slaughtering becomes illegal again in the US and the world, a lot of people will be able to take a breath, knowing horses are safe from slaughter. If we end up getting the USA to stop horse slaughter first, maybe it will be easier for places like Mexico and Europe to end it as well.

Think for a second. What if you were the innocent horse getting slaughtered? Exactly. Imagine us humans getting slaughtered for one mistake! Everybody makes mistakes and the world needs to know that or everything will be a mess! Slaughterers need to realize that what they're doing isn't just some funny game. Its reality. Like I said before, everyone makes mistakes, but once you send your horse to the slaughter house, you will never be forgiven. Think before you do something. Really. Think.

Can you feel the pain?