when i little i remember the first book
that i ever could read by myself
and i remember a spark that lit up my world
as i discovered new ones
when i was eight i wrote down stories
in a black and white notebook
mouthing the words that twisted into something
that was strange and wonderful
when i was eleven i wrote my first poem
and traced each inky letter with my fingertip
and when i was fourteen i wrote my first book
putting my name fearlessly under the title
~how a writer is born
Perfectly Imperfect Me 