Steady

Do not fret over busy things, when you have a heart that is young,
Try not to look too deep into words, you have time to find 'the one'.

Someday I hope that I will learn, to take my own advice,
Because my emotional experiences are something far from nice.

I like to think hope is pointless, along with a thing called fate,
Your expectations will be crushed and the world just won't wait.

It's time to make your own luck, because the pennies never work,
And I promise that the eyelashes won't save you from the jerks.

 It's always nice to love, but do it when you are ready,
If you fake it when you're lonely, your heart can not be steady.

-Simply Brooklyn

So i know i haven't been writing.... but there is infact a very LEGIT reason for it.... READY? ready?... drum roll please...


ART...
My nana owns a building that she rents out as a coffe shop/art emporium down by megaplex and all. Well my nana was blessed with Three super artistic granddaughters...
SO: this spring she is hosting me and my two cousins (Morgan and Chrissy) and ART SHOW!!!!
I don't have dates and times yet.. but soon as i have them i WILL let you all know!
Emails/ flyers/ and cards will be sent out to loads of people. there will be treats and most of the art will be up for sale (:
I can't even begin to tell you how PUMPED i am for this:
SO the past week ish i have been working on a new collection.. based all around my obsession:: BIRDS!
anyways excuses suck i know. so i will get writing and get you some more stuff soon!
Thanks Viewers! <3
-Simply Brooklyn

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!! <3 <3

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
<3

makes you stand a little taller,
doesn't mean im lonely when im alone... (Im not alone anymore)

What doesn't kill you makes a Fighter
<3

Makes your footsteps even lighter. 

Please Don't Look At Me Like That

            My name is Sara Leigh, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t look at me like that.

These are the words that most frequently leave my mouth on a daily basis. My current condition has taught me that people care about first impressions more than you’d think. First impressions, I have also come to learn, are based mostly on appearance. Now this isn’t some pity story. I’m not asking for you to feel so sorry for me. I’m asking you to not look at me like that. It is hard enough having to look at myself, to know myself, to feel myself. I don’t need extra eyes and words making me feel any worse.

Like I already said, this is no pity party for Sara Leigh. I know what I’ve done is my own fault, and I fully accept the consequences. Still, please don’t look at me like that. Support is what I need, and if you refuse to support me during this tough time; please, lie to me in that, say you support me anyways. The doctors say it is important for my health, and for the health of the child I’m carrying.

Please, stop looking at me like that. Accidents happen, but wait, before you decide to lecture; I’ve already heard it, trust me. I understand that this, this child, is so much more than an accident. I know this will be the most difficult thing I have ever endured, and the most beautiful thing I have ever celebrated. My emotions are so mixed, you could hardly understand. I am scarred out of my skin with worry, for myself and for the child that is now my responsibility. Yet I am so extraordinarily happy, the love growing inside me is mine, completely me, and how can I not love myself in a time like this, mistakes and all.

This isn’t a tragic story, it was my decision to take part in the process that is meant to take love and turn it into a beautiful child. I abused the sacredness of this act, and must live with the consequences. But because of the great love maturing inside me that is my child, I can hardly call it a consequence. So to the world; I know I messed up, it is more apparent to me than it ever will be to you, since I am the one with the swollen stomach. You can judge me from a glance; judge me on being a teen mother. But I know I can do this, and I will make my baby proud. I apologize for the language, but screw you, haters.

My name is Sara Leigh, I am a very aware and proud teenage mother to a child that will be beautiful and extraordinary.

Please, don’t look at me like that. I think I have asked enough.

(For the young women who have to fight the world's judgment through their difficult times while having to see their mistakes every day for nine months.. you girls are amazing, I promise <3)

    -Simply Brooklyn