Day 2 on my road to 23. When I was younger I was afraid to speak up for myself which caused me to get bullied. I was always the kind people that never had anything bad to say about anything or anyone. I never have a voice. I was taught not to speak until spoken to, that my opinions do not matter, and you should never speak if your voice is trembling. After my suicide attempt I was given an assignment in my 7th grade English class. It was to write a poetry book, 6 poems, free verse, haiku, and so on. At first I was worried about it because I did not think I was good enough to do anything like that, I did not know that there was a gift inside of me. I wrote from a deep, dark place, I wrote about my suicide attempt, I wrote about me bullied, and I wrote about how unhappy I was. I remember turning in my assignment, having my teacher set up an after school meeting with me, and tell you that I am gifted. All those years of being told that my voice did not matter just went out the window. My voice did matter. I started writing from that day forward. As I got older, my topic grew with me. When I was in college I was in a group called the B.L.A.C.K. Poets and they taught me how to take my words and make them come alive. I am so grateful for them. I learned not to be afraid to speak up for myself, about what I believe in, and even if my voice shakes speak anyway. God did not put this gift inside of me for me waste it. In saying all this, speak when you are afraid and you will be surprised by what is inside of you.
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