This is why I love this lady so much!
I decided in the fifth grade that I was going to be a writer. I wrote a poem and gave it to my teacher and she cried. Then I showed it to another teacher. She, too, cried. That was when I discovered the power of the written word. I had control over people’s emotions by putting mine down on paper.
It was easy to write when I was young and naïve and filled with such powerful feelings and brave ideas. It was easy to tell people that I was a writer. I had drawers full of journals and notebooks filled with poetry and pockets full of scrap pieces of paper with some brilliant piece of fleeting genius that I had while in line at lunch or on the bus to school.
Writing was a release. It freed my soul. It was perfect and it was easy and it was good…
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