My Curriculum Vitae

Thu, 10/03/2013 - 19:16 -- Lynnial

Born in the northern section of the melting pot, I was subjected to confined anarchy

It was a leap year in which my father jumped toward the Dust and mingled with the Cold One instead of remaining by my side.

In a community where violence was the norm, and ignorance ran high, I emerged.

Laying in my cushioned blue ocean, greatness was unexpectedly forming.

My most powerful tool came to light when I delivered the final farewell at the age of nine.

Fall turned into Winter and winter into spring; as the seasons changed I no longer resided in chaos.

A single mother soared through the sky and saved me and others who inhabited her province.

In the meantime, I put my tool to use and infiltrated an institution filled with unknown people and well educated mentors

Although I accomplished my dreams, all he spat was blasphemy

I did not let that shake me, and now my life's odyssey continues. I pack my bags, separate from my hero, and enter a life of independence.

 

 

 

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