Fiction Have you wrote anything about Britney (a poem...) and wanna share with us? Submit your fan fiction and it´ll be posted ASAP Submissions 01. SweetGurl Britney is my favorite artist,'cause she has the best voice, I think she's way too awesome, for just a 19 year old, but her outfits are the coolest, cause they're just from her old gold. What do I mean with gold? well, I mean they come from her mind, which I take everywhere I go... Britney is my hero, my friend, and yes my soul. 02. Evan The Perfect Girl On December 2, 1981 A day which god adorned In tiny Kentwood Louisiana know one knew and angel would be born. Oh Britney, how do I describe, Your ways of style and grace, The way I simply melt away, Each time I see your gorgeous face Your body is so wonderful each curve a delight your voice could make a deaf man hear and your looks give a blind man sight There so much I love about you Oh where do I begin the magical portals that are your eyes, your soft and creamy skin I love to buy your music and discover the art you’ve made they take me away to another place each song a serenade You make me feel “Stronger” and “Lucky” Even “Crazy” “Sometimes” too So “Hit Me Britney One More Time” And girl, “I’m a Slave 4 U” Britney Spears, you give me joy, you make my heart skip a beat I love you from the tip of you hair to the bottoms of you cute little feet More elegant than Aphrodite A goddess of sight and sound You take my every breath away each time I hear your voice resound 03. Rory She sings. When she does, my ear just rings. She dances. When she does, she spreads her Britney romances. She acts. When she does, she makes a big impact. I like her. I love her. I adore her. I am not being gay, I just express myself this way. Some people say that she ruins their day. But I totally, completely disagree. They say that their life was going just fine without this "stripper." And you know what? Mad is what they make me. She's made of talent. Pure, thick talent. I am her biggest fan. I know they all say that, but I support everything about her, from her performances to her tan. And although she did quite a risky performance at the VMAs last year, Stripping, it wasn't even near. Why does she shock our minds each and every day? Whether it's from being herself, or doing something her own way. This young woman is my role model. Absolutely no one can change that. Not anyone in the world. From my Mom to my cousin Matt. She taught me how to sing. I am being serious. I will become a pop-star one day. But dancing in my backyard to her music, that I will miss. Anyway, it is coming to an end to my poem. And I would just like to say... Thank you, Britney.
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