I was born.
Everything was fine.
No complications.
No troubles.
But time grew long…
As I grew older.

Middle school came
So did the slaps on the shoulder,
The punches
The tripping
The cussing
The pain
The bleeding
The bruises
The swelling  
The shame

I didn’t stand up up myself
When I almost died
That very last day
In 7th grade.

Then an outlit appeared in 8 grade
Called .poetry”
Then I knew,
That I could tell
What I had experienced.
Now I share everything!
All poetry that Ive made,
It’s my new outlit—
A new-me re-born.

I can finally release
Everything that was so bottled up
While saying
“IVE HAD ENOUGH”

Writing became my life..
Look where I am now

I’m LITERALLY WRITING on HP
With over 100 VIEWERS
Who I HAVE found that want to help me
Who have boarded my boat
On the very bow
Had helped me rebuild my life
WHEN THOSE WHO HAD HURT ME
we’re STILL on the prowl

NOW
I have…
Over 550 POEMS
32 BOOKS
ALL different works IVE worked my ****
Off to make
To let of of
So people can SEE
Can HEAR
WHAT IVE BEEN-THROUGH
I Could HAVE DIED
that day
But poetry saved me

When no one else listened
YOU DID
Thank you
EVERYONE
As I continue
TO FIGHT

I’m CONSTANTLY
Struggling with chronic illnesses
Made up of trauma
And Mental and physical issues.

I STILL need support
Now..Im COULD NOT
Be happier to say..
I FOUND MY COMMUNITY
Welcome to…
MY HP PROFILE EVERYONE!