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My Story


I was 5.

My superheroes fought the dragon.

They took me in safe hands, pulling me in my wagon.

I was 6.

“You can’t just come to the U.S”

My best friend was taken out of the bus.

I was 8.

A new world of public speaking was introduced.

Family members would root for me in hope of giving me a boost.

I was 10.

I am friends with everyone.

For some reason, I am made fun of.

I was 11.

“Sarah you read at third-grade level, maybe you should get held back?”

No, I didn’t like this feedback.

I was 13.

Child prodigy was what I wanted to become.

The smartest girl with a successful outcome.

I was 14.

Everything was different, if your clothes & the new trends weren’t the same.

You were put to shame

I was 15.

The world just evolved around me.

It’s my phone, my car, my tee.

I was 18.

Changing the world is a goal I strive to do.

I ran for student government out of the blue.

 

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sarah.0rtiz

Poetry has been my escape ever since I could remember. Every time I think of what to say or write, my throat has a seal that is broken free from strangulation. Words tend to sporadically slip out of my mouth and I have the pure enjoyment of writing them down.

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