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I was born from pink skies; the hands of greatness handed over
my crystal name. I was born to expectant stares and
vacant calls. I was born a mystery and a spell, unresolved but
for the lips that whispered the path my feet would shape.
I came already knowing that when rain falls,
the best way out is to open your arms and let the drops
wrinkle your skin. I was labeled mute and oblivious, yet all
of my words were already tucked in my mouth,
waiting to be spoken. I gave thought, I gave wishes,

I gave the kind of love that makes you want to cry.
I was born with a pen wrapped around my fingers, I didn't
need lessons to write my story. I was born with courage to imperfection,
my name was scrawled outside the lines. I had walked
a long way before I was born. I was born waist-deep hopeful,
looking back at the reflection in my mother's tearful eyes and
smiling at the beauty her face offered. I arrived like when
lightning strikes, both beautiful and spine-tingling.
I was born to a decision and from a decision. I touched
hearts before I could reach for a glass of water; I took
a piece of sky with me before I was born.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Ray--yoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 30, 2014 at 8:02 am
the beginning was beautiful, the ending was beautiful, and everything in between was beautiful too. congratulations!
 
AleMarquez This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Nov. 30, 2014 at 10:07 am
Thank you!!
 
Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 3, 2014 at 6:08 pm
You are one to watch (and read). This poem to me is the literary story of most us (the passionate die hard born but practicing writers). I love the line "I was born with a pen wrapped around my fingers." Moreover, the opening lines are art to me. Just beautiful. Pink skies, arms of greatness, crystal name, mystery, vacant calls—all of these make my literary appetite tingle and crave for more. 
 
AleMarquez This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 4, 2014 at 12:40 am
Wow thank you!!! That really means a lot, especially coming from such a talented writer! 
 
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