I hope to write more when the mood strikes. Even though I've kept journals in the past, poems come to me only when my emotions are strongest. I wrote my very first truly heartfelf poem a long time ago while still in Highschool. Pregnant at 14, I shocked everyone who knew me as the "goodie-two-shoes", straight-A student. My submission of a 9th grade English poetry assignment landed me in the counselor's office after a phone call to my parents. I sat and listened to my counselor tell my mother that what I had written proved I was "deeply depressed", " possibly suicidal", and "could be in need of help". HAH!!! NO SHIT......Did they think I was having a holiday?? I lost most of my friends, my father's love and respect, my hope of going on to college. I felt shunned, no one would look me in the eye, but everyone whispered at my back. Their concerns were warranted I suppose, but unneccesary. While I contemplated ending my own misery, I cared for the new life growning inside me. I hated my life; wanted to give my baby the best start I could. Ahhh...such tender memories.
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