Ijah's Life

Why I Write

Hey guyyysss, so first off, as the title states, this is why I began to write, and kind of my inspiration and things like that.
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It all started with my love of reading. I am a bookworm, a geek, a nerd, but most of all, I am a person.
That was the first line, in my first spoken word, entitled "Who You Think I Am, Does Not Describe Who I Am." I was 7 years old.

To be completely honest with you guys, I never necessarily took an interest in writing as my first exposure to literature, it was always reading. From The Cat in the Hat to Treasure Island. From Charles Dickens stories, to "To Kill A Mockingbird".
My first actual exposure to writing stories was in the second grade, when we first started a county wide writing contest called write-a-book. Each year, each class would have a theme, and each year our class won. Then, we started doing our own original stories in which we could put in our own creativity.
After a few years of Write-A-Book, I was exposed to spoken words.
I used spoken words as a form of escape from the real world. Somewhere I can express my feelings without feeling as though I would get judged because of it.
I started writing more around the time that my grandfather died. My grandfather was like a second father to me. He was my hope, he was my joy, he was my confidence, my counselor, but most importantly, he was my other half. My grandfather died in April of 2011. That day, I lost everything, at the age of 8. Depression and regression. The only things I had to comfort me were my dark thoughts that everyone left me alone with, though, I didn't want them to. Every time I went to bed I would cry myself to sleep, just because I knee that there would be no more seeing his face, there is no more touching him, he was a dead body to everyone else, but he was and still is my grandfather.
I used my thoughts as the fuel to my already flickering flame, writing things I wish I could have said, things I should have said, things I know I would have said if I had enough time. This was my breakthrough to spoken words. That was amazing. The feeling I got from being able to express myself to others through words.
The way its presented may not be music to the unseeing eye or the naked ear, but to every inspiring author, poet, or anyone who took it as seriously as if it were a life or death situation, it was music.it was a symphony. Parts taken from each pitch, rising, falling, and middle action. From dynamic, to static, to round, our words tell a story.
That was mine, now what is yours?