NiñaEstrella

The strum of an accoustic guitar
The taste of a sweet lemon
The smell of gingerbread coming out of the oven
The splash of water
The smell of chlorine
The warmth of a motherly hug
The summer rain smell
Barefoot weather

Momma takes out the big blue pot
That lots of tiring, long days bought.
She fills it to the brim with seeds
And other things that popcorn needs.
She genty places it on the burner
While hungry tummies rumble in the corner.

Please read this. It is so important to me that this story be told. I know it's long, but it's the most important thing in my life. 

You make it seem easy.
You're so cocky and you flip your hair so "perfectly"
It's annoying.
This is not specifically to you,
It's to all the people who are like this.
You laugh at others who make a mistake,

It seems like the things I love are limited right now, so I'm just going to give credit to all of them.

The sun rose on the first day of April
And I thought about black clouds and rainy days.
On the first of April
I remembered the last first of April
And how I hated it. 
My first words on the first day of April were