This is the story of how I almost lived a poor life. When I was younger hardships were the hardest; this is how I lived next to a pedofile, could barely afford things, and still made it out alive.
Where do I find another deep thinker with mind racing? I will never know the answer. Today's deep-dive by ours truly is empathy. This dive is pretty deep.
When poets see through the world to subject themselves to artistic freedoms, what do they see? War, peace. A battle between the optimistic and the truth. Come with me as I descibe the world around me in two ways.
Jen-ny!” Chloe and Delilah snickered from behind me. At first I thought they had said my name. I went back to coloring my butterfly. But then I heard it again. ‘Jennnnnnn-nnnnnny!’
‘Jenny!’ I felt a forceful gap on my shoulder and turned. I hated when people wasted my inside recess, so I hoped that this was a good deal.
‘Sorry, but…my name is Yenny.’ I said. Delilah was cracking up and I couldn’t figure out why. Chloe looked disgusted at me.
’That’s not your Christian name.’ Chloe snickered.
Yaj spends his life cold and alone, even as just a seven year old in northern Russia. with only his dog, yoyoi.. (Names are pronounced Yage (like yacht and gauge mixed, but Yahge.) and yoe-yeoi, his dog.)