I Hate Writing.
I started wrtiting
to complete an English assignment.
I never thought life could be worse.
I hated writing.
The teacher required biweekly trips
to the art museum to "find inspiration."
I trudged along, angry and indignant.
Sitting underneath my favorite painting,
I found it.
My pen hit the paper
and hasn't stopped since.
I found inspiration,
and I found myself.
This poem is about:
Me