(quick side note:
dear "justtocomment216",
thank you for being so sweet.
I truly appreciate it. :)
Today-
The girls who took my poetry workshop slammed tonight in front of their parents. They performed like they had a purpose, a passion, and they loved to tell their own stories. I was so proud.
They came up to me afterwards and told me they learned a new kind of strength, power, and confidence from me. This is the biggest of rewards. Educating has become a new interest.
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I came out of the poetry closet to my mother tonight. After 2 years of silence. I told her about mars speaks 365, How to Fold Paper Planes, nineteen, my international support system, my hard work, my community work, Brave New Voices, Louder Than A Bomb, teaching youth, being published, being on all 3 Lowell slam teams at once, being the only American on The Messengers Slam Poetry Collective, my graphic design career...everything. Mother replies with a huge smile, a sparkle in her eyes, and a "I'm so proud of you."
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