When I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I also lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. I could not play on their teams (no girls allowed)but I loved to play street ball or wherever they found a big enough space. It was at this time in my life that I was given a Diary as a gift. I almost rejected it because it was so girly flowery and pink with cute little keys for the lock. Against my first reaction i kept it and began writing all my secret thoughts, a nightly ritual. Then finding the perfect hiding place to keep it from nosey siblings. The Diary was eventually found by my mother and she read every entry, over and over most likely. She was angry with some of my personal feelings and opinions about how it feels to be a girl who wants to play with the boys. The rebellious rants of a Eleven year old girl ready to join the Equal Rights Group. I felt betrayed and determined to continue despite her ridiculous urging to keep these thoughts to myself. In the interest of tricking my Mother I began to write in a different form. Using synonyms and different word arrangements she no longer knew for certain my meaning in fact she was confused by it all. Her interpretation of my writing was different than my meaning. This pleased me, I won or I felt as if I did. When I relive this memory now I realize these were my first poems. I became a Poet at age eleven. This was not my intention but unknowingly I arrived at my destination "The Poet". No longer the rebellious rantings of Eleven year old girl ready to protest for equal rights. My poetry is the reflection of my journey through life. The good the bad and the impossible I have survived.
Thank you MOM.