I have spent so many years hiding my writing in fear of how people would look at me after they read it. I was always worried that people would judge me or say that I shouldn’t be writing what I’m writing.
I remember in middle school when I first started writing poetry. It was so good that my classmates used to pass it around like the latest Omar Tyree novel. That was until the guidance counselor called me into her office one day. A teacher had gotten ahold of my poetry and they thought it was too sexually explicit. At that moment, shame was attached to the one thing I loved the most, my words.
Since that time, I have been very cautious about what I write. In the infamous words of Ms. Badu…remember I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my…
However, in the past few years I have begun to let down my guard. I have begun not to care how others feel about what I write. I no longer want to censor myself, my thoughts and my feelings.
I am now in the business of telling people if they don’t like what I write, then they don’t have to read it.