This is me.

Hi guys, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Kylie Springs. The springs part is partially where I got the page title from. This is me:

I am here to share my poetry, and my adventure in my life so it can help me build relationships throughout life.

I originally thought of making this page anonymous, however I changed my mind realizing it wont help my purpose at all. So in honor of that here’s a poem, enjoy:

A letter to my mother.

Mother, I’m not a rose.

Let’s get this straight right now.

To you I am perfect.

To everyone else, I’m pretty.

I am the wildflower on the side of your roadtrip.

Kids look at me and shout with excitement, “ooh they’re pretty!”

Everyone else looks at a rose and demands, “I want that one.”

So we don’t get them confused,

People observe the wildflowers,

While others choose the roses.

And that’s okay.

While I’m not chosen, I’m free.

I’d rather my freedom, than being strapped down to the ideology of men.

So I choose to be wild.

-Kylie