I Write for Kids
I write for kids
For the teeny tots
and the rebel rousers
I write fiction and nonfiction
I tell the truth, BUT
on occasion,
I twist the truth to create entertaining stories
stories to feed your soul like SOUL FOOD SUNDAY.
I AM A WRITER
I write for kids
Stories both short and long
With characters brave, bold, and strong
Settings that transport you to a world so captivating,
You don’t want to leave
My stories are like quilts,
threaded with themes
of love
and hope
and family
and food
They provide you comfort,
keeping you hopeful through times of despair
I handle your heart,
your mind,
your soul with care
I AM A WRITER
I am a storyteller, a real one
I’m not new to this,
I’m true to this.
I speak in both poetry and prose
I write through the highs of anxiety
And through my depressive lows
But nothing can keep me from writing,
From putting pen to paper,
Fingers to keyboard,
Nothing can keep me from sharing my stories
With you and the world
Because…
I write to inspire and inform,
To engage and entertain
I write because I love writing
I love telling stories
Through poetry and prose
A story is like a gift,
a present with bows.
Writing in Cadance
There’s a special cadence in my writing
And it is based on the construction of my sentences
It has throb and tempo
It has rhythm.
Beat
A count
This is strategic,
specific,
formulaic.
There is meter,
measure,
modulation.
But more importantly, there is movement.
It’s design to create illustrative images in your mind,
your psyche.
My stories are sympathetic and empathetic.
There’s a special cadence in my writing.
There’s a special cadence in my writing.
And it is based on the vocabulary I use.
It has lyricism and language
It has alliteration.
Onomatopoeia.
Assonance.
Consonance.
Repetition.
This is strategic.
This is specific.
This is formulaic.
There is voice,
variation,
A VIBE!
It moves like music,
pacing and progressing one step at a time.
The words on the page grooves you.
My stories are entertaining and engaging.
There’s a special cadence in my writing.
I AM P.U.R.P.O.S.E.
When they ask me who I am,
I say, “I am P.U.R.P.O.S.E.”
I am POETRY
Poetic and complex, but deep
So deep, I make you think
Think and wonder,
What is my meaning
I am UKULELE
Musical and vibrant, but lost
So lost, I feel like I’m hanging
Hanging and dangling,
On strings
I am RESIDUAL
Like income, earnings in coming
In coming like a naval vessel
Docking and waiting
At life’s harbor
I am PTSD
Scary and suicidal, but hopeful
So hopeful, I wait on life to embrace me
Embrace my creativity
And share it with the world
I am OCTOBER
5/6 more than half-way, but far from the end
The end of my journey of discovery
Discovering me, discovering life,
Discovering a passion for writing
I am SEASONING
Tasty and tantalizing, but spicy
So spicy, I make your mouth burn
Burn down your thought and bias
‘Cause seeing me for who I am is important
I am EVERYTHING –
Poetry,
Ukulele,
Residual,
PTSD,
October,
Seasoning
Everything
I say, “I am P.U.R.P.O.S.E.,”
When they ask me who I am.