My Origin

By Aaliyah Dallard, Staff Contributor

Art was my first language

Before I could read or write

I scribbled and painted with tiny fingers

When angry or overwhelmed

I turned my emotions into works of art

Paintings and drawings, song and poems

It’s all I’ve known from birth

“Anger that is not transformed, is transmitted”

I learned this at thirteen

Ever since I have not been the same

I no longer bottle up pain

I turn to pen and paper

And write out all my wrongs

I vent through poetry

And sing out my fears

I’ve become my own therapist

I help myself cope

I am too good to rid myself from this world 

I have not lost hope

I cannot leave

For I have yet to fulfill my purpose

Nor made my mark

I shall share my art with this world

And bring light from the dark