Go home and write

a page tonight.

And let that page come out of you—

Then, it will be true

Who are you?

Many people believe this is an easy question to answer.

But when you truly don’t know yourself, how do you answer that? 

Let’s start with the basics.

I am fourteen years old. Born in New York.

Not too far from the symbol of freedom and justice. Brooklyn will always be my far - ever home.

The city that never sleeps is an accurate phrase, for me as well. 

Vroom, Vroom 

Cars speeding and honking at each other.

People screaming as loud as the voice of an auctioneer. 

Now I live in Boston.

Building just as tall.

Skyscrapers are just as beautiful.

But quiet.

You can hear trees dancing in the wind.

Crickets chirping.

But no city will be above the beautiful, loud city known as New York City.

I am intelligent, respectful, willing and independent. I love to walk outside.

I love word searches and Wordle.

 Candles are my favorite.

The scent.

The flame dancing in the dark. 

Flames don’t have shadows.

I wish that was me.

Pain, guilt, and trauma overshadows me. 

It ruins relationships and opportunities.

I want to be as free and fire as a flame.

Writing is becoming smooth like butter for me. 

It’s becoming a distraction from reality. It makes me think deeply.

It makes me question my thoughts and decisions.

It helps me express feelings I can’t say.

Is this my truth?

This is my page for English B.