I wrote a new piece that I will share with my students in the “Conscious Poetry” class that I am teaching next week. Anytime that I write, I have to place myself in an emotion or time period to truly evoke every feeling that I feel like I should feel or did feel during that moment. When I woke up (at 2:20am) this morning, I was inspired to write about when I was twelve years old. I was in the 7th grade and I was sad. That year was the beginning of my very lengthy depression. I really had to place my mind back in that era to write this and I cried and cried as I wrote it. This is really a reflection piece. My viewpoints of God and my parents have drastically changed since that age and this by no way depicts how either of them feel about me in the present. Any, if any twelve year old happens to read this who is struggling with sexuality or identity, please realize that God loves you and that you should love yourself. Be who you are. Without further adieu.
