writing challange 1: autobiographyA Poem by alan khan
for me there isn't a rational distinction between misery and happiness, those are words to represent ideas man's thought up and.. anyways i'm alan khan born the 14th of jan. in 91. brooklyn new york. i dont remember my new york years. we lived in both brooklyn and the bronx. but i remember a lot of things as a baby. people say that's cool, and yeah it kinda is. once i moved to edison new jersey, and memory began to develop into a more concrete thing i could recall when needed, i remembered being broke. sometimes dinner was luxury. and i remember being hungry wasn't unusual. eventually of course it eased up and i was able to eat on a regular basis. (now that solves the always eating mystery) i was always cute and had an ease around adults and women, which i never had a latency period, i always wanted girls. always always always. i was the cool kid. once i hit 4th and 5th grade people changed and i wasnt cool anymore and i desperately needed 2 stay cool, and the cool kids in this s**t town were the bad ones. i don't mean michael jackson bad, or the rebel in breakfast club bad. killers drug dealers and all around scum bags. years passed and i did atrocious s**t. after a while i hung around a biker who used to be part of the Pagans, and he taught me about bikes and being a man. he disappeared and idk what happened to him. my family is from guyana and we went there most summers, to battle my acting out my mother sent me to work in the jungle for 2weeks which is not unique work for guyana.. simple stuff as i was 12 at the time but it was hell. i moved to jefferson township and my origianl hate for white people went away almost immediately. eventually coming to my sophmore year in high school, i realized a lot of my memories of edison were repressed. they surfaced and i was diagnosed with ptsd, and didnt follow through with therapy. i'm a black belt and practice martial arts rigorously to this day, so fitness is a big deal. i got really fat, and all i did from taht point forward was read. i mean read read read. i sucked up everything there is to possibly know (that explains my genius) long story short i got over everything on my own and slowly but surely emerged something passed infinite, and perfect. that all sounds very romantic and egotistical but thats waht happened. i no longer can allow myself to believe in religion, and other conformed, expected socionorms. i now have sex when i can write when i can, learn still, and do whatever i want because i can. we'll see where life goes form here.
© 2011 alan khan
Added on April 7, 2011
Last Updated on April 7, 2011