I grew up an outspoken child, always having my own opinion about things. I was never popular for it, and often it made me the target of ridicule. I started gaining weight at only 9 years old and never did get thin again, giving more reason for the other students to mock me. Despite the years of ridicule I lived through, I only wrote one poem dealing with the issue after the tragedy at Virginia Tech, 'Rise.' My family was never stable and constantly fought about any issue that came up. My parents never loved me, often they would threaten to throw me out or even kill me for my disrespect for them. I wrote only a few poems about such things. Most of my poetry deals with love, and more often the bad side of it. I enjoy writing about situations that many teens have or will experience as a way of either consolling them or at least preparing them for what may come. For now I hide my emotions behind laughter and comedy, hoping no one will notice the real me living underneath. Acceptance is a rare thing these days.
(Verse I)
I can’t sleep in this bed tonight
Without you here
And your side is empty now
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Sagittarius, the archer of lore.
With a personality you will adore.
Philosopher, explorer, open of mind.
Half-horse, half-man, a rare kind.
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A woman with but one live child,
Of eight she had begun,
Cannot understand what haunts her
As a good Christian one.
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Dear, God:
I just thought that I’d confess. As your son, I’m not the best. I have sinned and not lightly. I have lost the grip you’ve held so tightly. The straight and narrow is hidden in my crimes: lust, lies, hatred, and swearing so many times. My hope is that your love will forgive, though unworthy, I want to live, in your kingdom in your heart. From your grace, I shall not part. A vacation south is not in my desire; your highness is far beyond a searing fire. I’m lost and lonely, unsure what to do, so may I come and stay with you? Please write back in any form you want, the best is a letter, but please make it legible font. Thanks again for taking this time, to read my prayer and bless my rhyme. I look forward to your letter. I believe that’s all it takes to feel much better. Forgive my writing, it’s sometimes messy. I’m writing with love.
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(Verse I)
I can taste your lips
At my finger tips
Though you’re still so far away
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