i was born november 19,1994. I lived in telfair county in south georgia until i was 6 years old and moved to Gainesville georgia on christmas day. i have lived here since then. Ever since i was little i have loved to sing. So i started to sing in front of people all the time. Then i started to develop hearing loss and had several surgeries to correct it. When i moved where i am now i began to love art as much as music. Now im always drawing things wich sometimes gets me in trouble at school cause im supposed to be paying attention but i can't help myself. I began to write when i was in second grade. My teacher chose three students in our calss to write a poem for a contest to be published in an anthology for young americans such as myself. She chose two of my best friends and myself. We were told to write about a holiday or a special event wich she helped us write. My poem was published a few monthes later in the anthology. That was the last time i wrote poetry until the seventh grade. We had to study poetry for the class and then write several poems that's when i became interested in writing poetry. I guess all of the things i love to do kind of go together-art, music, and poetry. Music is a type of poetry and art in it's own way is like silent poetry. You put wats in your head on paper wich can tell a story and show emotion as well as poetry. I think people who are more artistic and can read music and play music can reconize poetry better and it's easier to understand it. If i didn't hav art and music i dont think poetry would even be a part of my life at all.
I wonder-
I wonder where I’ll be in twenty years.
I wonder who my real friends are.
I wonder if I’ll make dance line next year.
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Life, It's so complicated.
People, you never know what they really think or feel.
Dangers, they are all around us.
Love, a complicated part of life.
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Magic, Is it real? what is it? Can you trust it? Can you see it?
Is magic a bunny being pulled from a hat?
Is magic a card trick, or is it a cion being pulled from behind a child's ear?
Can magic occur in a puff of smoke, or from a flick of a wand and a bibbity-bobbity-boo?
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Take it back you say!
Take back all the peircing words you spake,
Take back all the things yuo did without delay,
Take back all the pain and ache.
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