StoryTime

As a young boy, I blundered with a different set of emotions… they were stringent for me to clarify.

Something apprised me that I stood unique in this world, but something also made me feel that I was dissimilar. There was a feeling inside that I couldn't describe.

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When I was in 4th grade there existed this girl who had a crush on me, She gave me a folded piece of paper 📝 before class…

When I read it and I inquired of her what it was, she told me “A poem”…

That day I learned about poetry, but also I learned about the voice inside of my head, the boy who was making everything sound like music🎵 or simply a story…

I decided to write a poem and it Told a tale about my Dad❤️

-Growing up my parents were not together, well for a while but until they separated, maybe when I was 7 years old…

The feeling of being a kid and wanting Both parents haunted me, even when I became older…

I remember the day I sat in school, and wrote down everything that was stirring through my mind. It wasn't easy, especially when I wanted it to rhyme, but I pushed through.

Currently, I don't try to Rhyme, I concentrate on my feelings, and I write 📝.

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My first poem, I had written was Very Profound and until this day, It's still deep, it has so much meaning to me. Of course, all of those years ago, I spoke from a little boy's perspective, but now sitting as a grown man, I could feel his pain and I seized his frustration. The Title of this poem was called “My Dad”.

This was only The Beginning because once I had written this chunk, I desired to write more poetry... I had written a few poems, and I sent them back to the girl because I wanted her to read them, and by this time We'd become close friends.

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The School Launched a young Authors' Competition 🏇 and This was when the Magic Began, I first wrote a short story about something I read in class, it was a story about a boy who had Tetanus.

The teacher asked why I wrote such a story and also said she liked the Emotions I added. I told her that I felt Bad for the Boy and I wanted to give him a Happier Story…

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A Month later I had written My First Poetry Book Called (Poems Of Me And My Future)

And I Personally Illustrated a Rainbow 🌈 on the Cover… 📚

To Me, That meant it stood Special!

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I Didn't Win 🏅 the Competition, but when I received my Poetry Book 📖 it stood as the Happiest Moment for my 10-year-old self…

I rushed home with my Poetry Book in Hand, and didn't bother to shove it in my Bookbag 🎒

I was excited to show the Book to my mom and Family❗

Although my Mom Enjoyed reading my Poetry, It was My First Poem that made her emotions change as I Watched and Steadied her Face I Noticed the change- 🥹I could tell that It was a Bit Deep for her, but I really wanted to explain the poem and The Sentiments, but she didn't ask she just said I'll finish Reading This Later…📚

I had thought to myself that maybe I should have put that Poem Last so she could have Read My Poems and Talked about them with me.

(My Dad)

I miss my Dad

I miss my Dad

Ain’t that Bad

I miss my Dad

He wasn't there

For me,

But I Know he cares for me…

My Dad Lied to me,

And My Mom

Cried for me…

I don't know what made him

Leave, but I hope he

Remembers me…

My Name is His name,

And His is mine…

I'm not the first to be born at Birth

and I'm not a (Jr)

I'm the Third in line…

I am sad with an Angry feeling inside.

I miss my Dad

I miss my Dad

aint that Bad

I miss my Dad…

(The First Poem I Wrote)