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Stephanie Woolf

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since June 2013

Ever since I was little I have worked hard for a future. I was ill graced with poor parenting but learned from, rather than repeated, those poor mannerisms. At the age of sixteen I worked full time to support my younger sisters and myself, while going to school. This included: paying rent, electricity, water, food etc.. My grandfather, who was more intellectually and responsibly stable, taught me the refines of good education and it's rewards. I, being some what more refined than my immediate heritage, learned from his long monotonous lectures and suffered through school and long hours of labor to accomplish what I have done today. I have experienced far more than a person of my age should have to and because of that I have learned a great deal more than most. I pull through education and working long hours to reach a time in life where I will be satisfied in my accomplishments and have reached my humble goals of having a stable career and home that will benefit others as well as myself.