My 3rd Grade Poetry!
“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.” ―Shannon A. Thompson
At an early age, I noticed I couldn’t get certain words to come out of my mouth. I had thousands of consonants and sentences I needed to express, but they were trapped inside my head like an elevator full of anxious people.
“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” –Virginia Woolf, Orlando
- Chopped: I tape every episode. For me, cooking is like writing. Starting from nothing and creating something beautiful— adding a herb for depth, a spice for substance, a spice for a kick in the ass. I’m obsessed.
~I write because I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.” – Anaïs Nin
I cry over a dead cat all night long.
~I am somebody with a purpose who desires to tell her story.—Kim Sisto Robinson
I. Am. Somebody.
I am the daughter of a high school dropout, a stay at home mother, a chocolate chip cookie maker, a hugger, a mouth kisser, a Jesus lover, and she adored me before I inhaled my first breath. At 16 years old, I became her Master Class. And she became my hero.
—Dear, writers, readers, lovers, bloggers, passionate citizens, daddy, & rebels with a cause,
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We need writers who fear nothing ― Yevgeny Zamyatin
The submissions for “I RISE” were numerous and beautiful and transformative. Thank You. Thank you for your words, your hearts, your souls, your blood. By sharing your stories, you give others permission to share their stories. I believe this with my entire being. If you’re wondering what your purpose on earth is, perhaps it is telling your stories to the world, darlings.