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When I was 5 years old, I remember that I ran wild and free.
I always wanted to grow up, become a better person, and become the person I always wanted to be.
I always thought of myself as a powerful and sassy little girl.
I always told my mother No and I always tried to give it a whirl.
She asked me what do you want to be when you grow up?
You know what mom, I want to be a princess. As I said drinking out of my cup.
I mean what little girl didn’t want to be a princess or a rockstar when they were younger?
When I would go in public, I would have a costume to be under.
I tried to act like I owned myself, and I knew that my mom took great care of me.
She always disciplined me and sometimes she had to count to three.
I always wanted to grow up and be just like her.
When I get older and older, my past is starting to become a blur.
When I was 10, I acted like the rebel child.
Even though what I was doing wasn’t bad, she knew I was wild.
She told me I couldn’t have a boyfriend, until I was 16 years old.
I mean come on, 16 years old. Yeah mom I don’t think so. In my class people were already getting married on the playground. Their marriage was going to be bold.
When we were driving back from a volleyball game, she asked me.
What do you want to be when you get older? I mean you have the key.
This time I didn’t know what to say.
Maybe a doctor, I don’t want my future to be gray.
I was a nerd.
I always wore glasses and I had braces. I could hardly say a word.
I made stupid mistakes and sometimes you couldn’t put up with it.
I always threw a fit and most of the times you just wanted to just quit.
Now I am 16 years old and I am growing more and more to be like you.
I have become more compassionate person and now it feels like time has flew.
I am getting told all around that you look just like your mom.
I know I shouldn’t worry about it because my mom is the bomb.
Now my mom, looks into the beautiful girl I have become.
She has seen all of the obstacles I have overcome.
Maybe I should ask you again. What do you want for your career?
I strongly say I honestly think that I want to be a Creative Writing because I am so in love with writing. I just wanted to make it clear.
I have become a person who was terrified of thinking outside of the box.
To someone who loves being creative and loves to talk.
I am glad that I have become more of an individual because she has pushed me to do my best.
Thank you for everything. I am truly blessed.

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To All the Girls Hitting On My Boyfriend

Oh honey, honey. What do you think you are doing?
You are doing nothing, but brewing.
Brewing up all of this hate for you.
He doesn’t want you, and you are slowly turning blue.

Who do you think you are?
I am not afraid to hit you with a crowbar, even though you may think it’s bizarre.
Do you not know what commitment is?
I will just give you a pop quiz.

Do you not see all of the pictures.
I am not afraid to use the B word, but honey I am not afraid to cut a bitch.
Do you know who I am?
I am a crazy woman and I would sure as hell give you a slam.

You are telling him that I am a slut and just using him.
How about you look at yourself because your future with him is dim.
Don’t talk to him about how you feel and how you want him back.
You left his heart in pieces and I was the one to fix the crack.

He doesn’t like you, if he did he would be with you.
Haha, I guess you are screwed.
It has taken me years to build up my trust.
But here is the thing is you are in the dust.

I trust him, but not you because you will do anything to mess him up.
You are not gonna be the girl who you plan to use him as backup.
Relationships are hard enough.
After I might be in handcuffs because I am rough and tough.

You think you are so slick.
But here is the thing you are not going to even try to be the side chick.
I already told you to not do this.
I will be the one getting his kiss and you won’t be getting bliss.

I guess you will be dealing with the consequences once I see you.
I think that you should stop trying to brew things because we fit like glue.
Maybe you should worry about guys in your own town.
Because trust me right now you are acting like a clown and definitely won’t be getting his crown.

He is mine and I am very, VERY protective, if you don’t see that.
I trash a lot of people like you because you are nothing, but a brat.
I know you are jealous because he is happy with me.
So you can go take a knee and flee because can’t you see that together, him and I, are running wild and free.

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Halloween

There was this little girl, Beth, who had a black cat,
	Her spirit for Halloween is like a little bat,
	Very excited and ready for the night,
	The night of fright.

	She wanted to be a witch, 
	But her dress really itched,
	Her mom wanted her to be a beautiful princess,
	But she put her through stress.

	Beth and her friends wanted to go as a group,
	But now she is eating chicken soup,
	Not wanting to go trick or treating,
	Since her friends were retreating.

	Beth was really sad,
	But wanted to go really bad,
	She didn’t have anyone to go with,
	Except maybe Joseph Smith.

	She called him later that day,
	And he showed up wanting to play,
	Beth was delighted,
	And Joseph was happy he got invited.

	He dressed as Peter Pan,
	And she dressed as a Muffin Woman,
	So cute,
	As they ate some fruit.

	It’s dark outside,
And Halloween is worldwide,
	Listening to cool beats,
	And getting lots of sweets.

	Coming home late,
	But wanting to skate,
	It was only eight

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Best Friend

You are always there for me.
You had the key.
I told you everything.
Now you give my intentions a swing.
You know how to make me mad.
Started flirting with Chad.
He was the one I loved truly.
Now you were acting unruly.
I don’t know what I ever did to you.
Can you give me a clue?
Why did you leave?
What am I supposed to believe?
What happened to you?
I don’t know what’s true.
You were here for me, and then you were gone.
But when you need someone to lead on.
You come back to me.
Can’t you see?
I was here this entire time.
You replaced me with her every time.
The only girl I didn’t like.
This was the last strike.
You knew I didn’t like that.
You felt it in your gut.
You took him.
Now my heart is dim.
You replaced me with her.
This must be a blur.
Is this a game?
Now you're the one to blame.
I don’t want to be a second choice.
I want to have a voice.
You expect me to pick up the pieces.
Of all the memories.
That were just shattered.
My heart is just tattered.
I can’t believe you did this.
I just want to have bliss.
I will never have you back.
You were full sneak attack.
Well now you have everything you wished.
The old you will be missed.
Forever changed.
My best friend was finally exchanged.

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Perfect

I am sorry I can’t be what you want me to be.
You wanted to be free.
I want to be that beautiful and outstanding girl.
So I have to give it a whirl.
I tried my hardest to be perfect.
But all I am now is a suspect.
A suspect that tore myself apart to impress you.
We fit like glue.
At the end, you wanted me to change.
Which I thought was strange.
Since you said you will love me the same.
And now I am the one to blame.
Why did you want me to change into someone I am not.
All we did was fought.
I just want to know why you would want to change me.
Since I was your honey bee.
I just wanted to fit your standards.
Slandered words. Slander.
Perfect people aren’t real.
I don’t know what to feel.
Love me or hate me.
That’s all I can see.
Every girl is beautiful in their own way. 
Even if a guy can’t stay.
Stop saying that I have to be perfect.
I want to have respect. 
I will be whoever I want to be.
Take a knee and be free.

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Replaced

Everything was going great. 
When you told me to leave at eight.
Wish you had some respect.
For me to make things correct.
All you did was put me in a bad mood.
That was crude.
She is not better than me.
I am finally free.
She is all about drugs.
All I gave you was hugs.
You wanted someone better. 
You broke up with me in a letter.
She was my good friend.
We don’t blend.
Thank you for messing with my heart.
You should have dated her from the start. 
Don’t come back when you find out what she is about.
Because all you will do is pout and shout.
Have fun with her. 
You think you guys are better than we were.

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Leaving

Don’t leave me.
I don’t want to be free.
I love you.
You don’t have a clue.
You are beyond amazing.
Our relationship was blazing.
You were the light of my dreams.
I want to be a team.
Please don’t leave me.
I am not letting you be free.
I love you too much. 
All I need is your sweet touch.
You make me smile. 
I haven’t seen you in awhile.
You won’t hurt me.
You have the key.
The key to my heart.
I can’t picture us apart.
Vent on me because I love you.
I don’t want you to feel blue. 
We will make mistakes.
I don’t want us to break.
I will always be here.
Don’t forget that.

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To the One I Love

Why are you always in my head?
“I will love you from the beginning the end,” you said.
You proved that to me.
When you got down on one knee.
You wanted to be with me forever.
You told me you would never leave. Never.
To the day we first met.
There was never a threat.
To now.
But how?
You still love me with my attitude.
Even though I am sometimes rude.
You put up with me.
You have they key.
It’s a good thing that you are here.
You never disappeared.
I will love you forever and always.

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Love Is Discovered

When the leaves turn color.
I will be undercovered.
The real me will come knocking at your door.
Since my love for you has appeared once more.
I will try and break through my barriers.
What I am trying to do is much scarier.
I am trying to tell you that I love you.
My words have to come from the bottom of my heart to be true.
Why is this so hard?
I tried to practice what I was going to telling you in my yard.
“I love you.” Why can’t I say it to your face?
I just want to be alone with you in some place.
Somewhere alone.
Somewhere we won’t be shown.
Just in case you tell me to not talk to you.
What should I do?
I just want to come out and say it.
I just want to fit.
Fit what you want in a girl.
I just hope you give me a whirl.
I will show you what you truly mean to me.
I have to count to three.
“One, Two…”
I don’t know what to do.
Take a deep breath.
Here comes Seth.
Here goes nothing.
I am obviously crushing.
“I love you.”
My heart flew.
He grabbed me and pulled me in close.
He pulled out a rose.
Silently saying, I love you too.

Best Poems Written by Brooke Munden

If Not Now, Then When

To the Girl That I Used To Be

To All the Girls Hitting On My Boyfriend

Halloween

Best Friend

Perfect

Replaced

Leaving

To the One I Love

Love Is Discovered