Made In The USAA Poem by AmandaThis is part of my story.
I was born on a hot summers
night, 3rd of July on a Friday 9 pm. With fire in my soul and future sunrises waiting to bloom, I grew. From the soil of American blue’s, moody beaches covered in sunbathing bodies, seagulls and seashells of LA and Pismo. My mom taught me well, I had a voice and I have a story to tell. She raised me on rock n roll guitar riffs, piano keys at my finger tips and a voice like a bell ringing in a tower. With a bible under my belt, and black belt karate around my hips, with yoga on the side I grew into myself. Art galleries and canvas rooted in my mind, from the beginning I was meant to shine. I was raised on American soil, apple pies and biscuits with gravy. I was soaked in the mud of the Kern county mountains, I swam in the river and ran through the city barefoot dreaming of a better future. Poor and sick, but brave and willing to learn I became stronger and better than I ever imagined. I proved them wrong by surviving mental illness, cracking the lock to my own purpose. The meaning to life is simple, to live it to the fullest, too be brave and bold. Live it well.
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Added on November 20, 2021 Last Updated on November 20, 2021 AuthorAmandaBakersfield, CAAboutI am an autistic 40 year old woman. I live with a furry person named Ginger Beans, he's a cat. I am an artist and poet. I've been writing scenes I was very young. I also have been drawing. I run a blo.. more..Writing
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