Found Poem
Fake magazines, Fictional books and poems none stop
It was parental drama, boyfriend drama, just straight up hormones.
Time to test my creative boundaries,
College.
Professors with red inked handcuffs. "Great content, weak writing".
Every dream and aspiration of being a writer climbed to the top of the Union building and jumped off.
Luckily
I'm way too obsessed with expressing my feelings
Luckily.
Spoken-word and Blog
comments encouraging me to go further.
Academic writing? "who created this standard anyway?"
stop and be real.
How far can I run from academic writing
Not. Far.
I love to write to help others. I love to write to find myself. I love to write to write to freeze time.
I want to teach
One can overcome their challenges, and surpass their own limitations.
I am a writer.
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