1. I met Poetry after I met Music. Poetry wasn’t promiscuous like Music. She didn’t try to appeal to everyone. She didn’t care if you liked her or understood her.
2. Poetry saved me. Swooped in and like a superhero. As a matter of fact, Poetry made superheroes look like security guards. She told me she could never be right or wrong. She told me we all have special abilities. She told me about Ravens and women rising and lover’s named Venus.
3. I like Poetry. The way you make a best friend the first day of school. It’s a sandbox friend. Our meeting was quick and natural and fun. I hope we’re together forever, blood sisters, bound by purpose.
I am configured by dreams, aptitude, ambition, and prepared to apply it to most if not all opportunities that present themselves. The only enemy I have is instant gratification. If I want something, I usually want it two yesterdays ago. Im a student at Stony Brook University working towards my BA in Ethnic and Cultural studies. I am a “Jack of All Trades” but my passion and first love is creative writing. Nothing feels better than being on a stage; with a mic in your hand disassembling your heart and placing the pieces of it on translucent air molecules and watching it move through a crowd of people. As they inhale parts of me and my life, they respond. They shout, “I hear that!” They give me back pieces of themselves to take with me. So now I step on my virtual stage and my keyboard is my mic. I am looking forward to telling the stories of those who have come into my life. I am looking forward to entertaining you. Thank you for being my muse.
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