I had always wanted to write my own autobiography ever since I read the Chinese Cinderella by Adeline Yen Mah, almost a decade ago. I wanted to document my life just like her, putting all my life experiences in print. Living as an African girl in the Middle East for all of my life, I knew I must have had something to offer the publishing realm. I didn’t quite know what, at the time… but I have had an experience or two since then.
I always thought of myself as somewhat dumb through primary school and in my early years I was painfully shy. Suddenly, in grade six and I became a class clown. It was good to be the center of attention for a change yet the realisation that I was different came into full apprehension a short while after. I took to writing as a source of release and out poured: confusion, observation, pain, love and infatuation.
These literary jewels where stowed away in a little green book that I recently stumbled upon. I have chosen to share my pieces with you. Infused is a short commentary, my response to the piece, either elaborating or just giving feedback as my 22 year old self.
This is my adolescence.
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Charlie, your adolescent poems are great. Thanks for sharing. You can stencil out emotion so finely.
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