I was 8 years old the first time I decided that I liked when my words had a little bit of rhyme
But when I was 8 years old I also really liked dinosaurs
So I stood in front my second grade class
And I read the lines about “pterodactyls flying
Saying their goodbye-ings” and
“T-rexes leaving X-es for pirates to find” with
“Bugs laying softly behind.”
And that day my teacher cried.
She said, never stop writing because
You’re going to find
That these words that you write,
They’ll keep you in your right mind .
And from that day forward, I never stopped.
Although eventually my topics shifted
From fossil finding to
Finding the best internal rhyme
To illustrate what not being able to get out of bed felt like
But I mean I guess that was expected
Life could not be all dinosaur bones and bugs
Time passed on and I had to find out that young boys aren’t very nice
But they also just weren’t really what I liked
So I wrote love poems
And slowly him turned to her
A little bit before the world was quite ready
But my fingertips weren’t going to stop
Writing what I needed to write
Saying silently what I knew was right
Poems became my anthems of truth
So I guess that makes me a poet
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