This poem describes my high school years. I hated my life. I had a mother who abused me and i finally left her. My grandmother took me in but it didnt erase the pain i felt. During high school i started to use drugs marijuana, dust cleaner, balloons, and alcohol. I was also ditching school almost everyday to drink and party.
When i was writing this poem i was in a bad time in my life. I was abused by my mother a lot physically and mentally and i used my poetry to help me get through a lot of my problems. If it wasnt for my writing or my poems i dont know if i would be the person i am today. I am a stronger person now because of poetry. This one is called Find Me.
I wrote this poem in bahalf of the 9/11 disaster. This poem has really touched my father because he was "almost" sent to the 9/11 disaster. I remember crying on my bed hoping that he didnt go. I have always been a firemans daughter and wondered from day to day if he was going to come home safe or not.
When is the right time in a relationship to have sex? Is it a social game that everyone is playing to fit in?
