Thahabu

Wednesday, I read my poetry in front of my creative writing class. It was invigorating. I was nervous about reciting my lines aloud, since I tend to trip over words when I do public speaking. Some of the pieces were really personal. I was shocked when a couple of students professed that they could relate to them too. I always felt like the obstacles I faced growing up were specific to me. It was nice to have that burden of emotional loneliness lifted. ♦