it started in my 8th
it started in my 8th grade english class.
the teacher screaming at us about not paying attention,
yet i was sitting in my seat with a pen.
a pen that introduced me to a form of releasing the pain.
the pen that brought me to my best friend.
poetry.
poetry has watched me grown into the intelligent woman i am today.
poetry has seen my tears of sarrow and tears of joy.
what school doesn't teach us, i've learned through my paper and pen.
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