To be McCrackenA Poem by The CrackenSome of the thoughts from one of the few remaining McCracken's. My Bloodline will forever remain enscribed in the history of great authors.Why then, must I live with such torture? And when will my searching end? A boy blessed from birth with the imagination and creativity to pull emotions stuck within. Searching, always searching, for a valid point to all of this, or perhaps a higher purpose. Curious, some would call me, I prefer the term unmistakably focused. A wanderer, a loner, an emotional a*s stoner. The labels you give me will only make me stronger, therefore, I stand before you today a little while longer. A little bit meaner, a little bit stranger, marked one of the "wierd ones" by those merely marked standard. Your oppinion of me and your discriptions will never be able to match who I am. I am Dimitri, one of the few but proud African American McCrackens. © 2014 The CrackenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 11, 2014 Last Updated on June 11, 2014 AuthorThe CrackenArlington, TXAboutI am a young writer, 18 years of age, experimenting with many different types of literature. Some of my favorite areas to read particularly have to do with the Manhattan project. I don't really know.. more..Writing
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