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I developed an appetite for words really young. I chose my weapon and the pen was my gun. A gift that was born inside of me. Writing was the only time I felt free. I was ahead of my time since I was a little girl. Writing about things that I seen in the world. Some things I wrote about I had no way of knowing. I begin to write and the words kept flowing. I wrote about past things, and things to come. My peers didn't understand where I was coming from. So I secretly wrote and expressed what I felt. Writing about the cards that I was dealt. Like seeing my father gun down, never to hold me again. With a shotgun blast because of the color of his skin. Watching my Mom trying to hold it together. A brave strong woman that I love forever. I wrote about being teased because I didn't fit in. I found comfort in my paper and love in my pen. Girls my age didn't want to be around me either. Because I was raised not to be a follower, always be a leader. I didn't do fads, and to me trends were dumb. So I walked to the beat of my own private drum. As time kept going, so did I. I began to experience the things that made me cry. The disappointments, betrayals, and heartbreaks too. I wrote when I was happy, and wrote when I was blue. I traveled many places with my poetry and rhymes. Thinking that I would make it big, it was only a matter of time. But while all this was going on illness struck this poet. I was knocking at death's door and I didn't even know it. I've opened up for some of the biggest names to date. I was sure I would be a famous poet, I just had to wait. Standing ovations on every stage that I've ever walked. People felt the truth in their heart's whenever I wrote or talked. The offers were there and the money sounded great. But I found out by God himself, "the business" wasn't my fate. I was raised with morals and values and some things I refuse to do. You'd be surprised at the things that people will ask of you. I wasn't about to be famous by laying on my back. Or being degraded, so that ended that. The entertainment business is like a deal with the devil. You have to sign your soul away to get to the next level. I wasn't accepted in the literary groups because I didn't possess a degree. And I refuse to be anyone other than me. I happened upon PoetrySoup and I felt welcomed from the start. Finally I was able to express myself straight from the heart. I feel the love and I know that all will be okay. Sitting down with royalty at a Poet's Buffett.
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