Poetry: A poet in the making
Someone asked me to write a bio before and I drew a blank. Picture that, a poet drawing a blank when someone asks them to write. I honestly didn’t know what to write about myself. So I took myself back to why I started writing poetry and I couldn’t really think of a reason. Crazy right? This shit just came to me. I remember sitting on a bus on my way to school. It was winter and snowing out. I’m a 9 yr old at this time and poetry came to me.
the trees in mid-winter
look how they stand
lined along the horizon
beautiful in hand
*dontstealmyshitlolyouknowitshotright*
That’s how poetry came to me. Through snow covered trees. I had poetry before I had puberty and I loved it before I even know what love was…..
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