PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Let's take it back when I wore busted sneakers with different color laces, and carried a book bag that read “Evergreen Mountain” I wore the out-of-date kicks, and rocked a non-familiar bag, because during that time everybody who was in style had a Jan Sports book bag.



This must have been junior high school. I remember it clearly, how they used to tease me for my feminine attitude, but saluted me for my artistic charisma. I was the kid who never bothered anyone for I kept to myself. I was not the outcast, but the one who spoke with the nerds and the popular ones. Somehow they didn’t understand why I never stayed with one of them. I like to explore, and not limit myself to one type of source. Two years of trying to educate those in how to educate me. I must have done well. I walked away with a diploma. But it wasn’t all that easy, and those similar to me. The work, friends, discrimination, and relationships to certain degrees. I screamed my way through, and stepped on those who obstructed me. The first year was weird, having to travel all the way to the Train Station at 174th Street to Simpson Street. It was a deep minute from my apartment on Vyse Avenue in the Bronx to my school. This was just the beginning of my educational journey.

I don’t regret but appreciate how I have grown since then. High School was a major change. From chilling to getting slapped with reality. I remember one teacher who made me see the importance of an education. So, having said that…I started to pay attention.

Nowadays I make my own Declaration of independence. I remember back in those days, and how I have dramatically changed. I say thank you to the past, for it made me who I am today.