I wrote my first poem

on September 12th, 2001 after planes ruined buildings and killed people. Through shock, confusion, and disorder, the only way I could express myself was through writing. Through beautiful writing. Writing helped me process; get rid of the shock that people were dying, banish the confusion that there can be mean people, organize this disorder that planes do not always land. Poetry helped me accept a world that hurt people. That was no longer perfect.  I wrote my second poem on October 20th, 2009 after my friend killed himself. Through shock, confusion,  and disorder, the only way I could express myself was through writing. Through beautiful writing. Writing helped me process; get rid of the shock that my friend had killed himself, banish the confusion that people can hurt not only in their body, but in their mind, organize the disorder that trains do not always just run on a track. Poetry helped me accept a person that hurt himself. that was no longer perfect.  I wrote my third poem on October 23, 2013 when my heart broke. Through shock, confusion, and disorder, the only way I could express myself was through writing. Through beautiful writing. Writing helped me process; get rid of the shock that not everyone can love, banish the confusion that someone could not want me. us. organize the disorder that was the attempt of getting a new life in order. Poetry helped me accept  myself. Myself that was no longer perfect.