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A Look Down the Line


Who am I? Well I don’t have a complete answer to this question but I will try my best to give you that answer. I’ll give it to you by year.

I am the baby who at age 1 grew in the arms of faith and Puertorican wisdom,

I am the  prince who at age 2 was surrounded by family in his own island kingdom.

I am the traveler who at 3 years old flew to the land of the brave and the free,

I am the scholar who at age 4 learned English words such as yellow and tree.

I am the  imp who at 5 was  intriuged and fascinated by anything and everything,

I am the bookworm who at age 6 would dive into books looking for the stories it would bring.

I am the boy who at 7 had to take care of his family when his father went away,

I am the son who at age 8 spent time with his father when he came back after war and found games to play.

I am the jokester who at age 9 found friends with a smile and looked at life with ease,

I am the figment who at age 10 left the sunny shores and went up to Virginia trying to find someone to please.

I am the cupid who at age 11 thought he could fix and work with love in his new school,

I am the loner who at age 12 retreated into himself when he was thrown into a new social pool.

I am the writer who at age 13 thought of words and worlds far beyond his own,

I am the nerd who at age 14 went to a special program for the gifted and hardworking prone.

I am the homosexual who at age 15 took his first step out of the closet-no longer afraid to be killed,

I am the actor who at age 16 found a use for the masks he made that were no longer grief filled.

I am the eldest who at age 17 finally understood what it meant to be a brother,

I am the friend who at age 18 is going to a funeral to support the people who need one another.

I am a puzzle, I am a story, I am a painting, I am a graveyard, I am a shadow, I am a king, and I am a fool.

In the end, I guess I’m only a growing person.

Who is learning a surprisingly new, yet simple lesson.

I’ve discovered it, now I can finally see,

What it actually means to be me.

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Valasdorian

I am 19 years old, am incredibly gay and happen to love alot of things. Oh and poetry is included in that

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