I Wonder If Karma's Real. Or If God Is Real. Maybe Most Of The Stuff That People Believe Isn't True.

I wonder if karma's real. Or if God is real. Maybe most of the stuff that people believe isn't true. And no matter what they think, the world doesn't ever do anything but move on. - Me :}

Here's a Poem I wrote a year ago

(would've been good to post this in February, but I didn't give a crap about tumblr in February so this is what I'm doing)

What I am is smart and kind.

What you are is ignorant and blind.

What I am is black and beautiful.

What you are is vile and unhelpful.

It's not my fault that you hate me so.

Just because my skin is not the color of winter snow.

It's not my fault you will stoop so low.

So, I will walk on as calmly, as the summer wind blows.

Don't you see it's not important where you come from?

What matters is if you treat people like scum!

So, you can keep talking and thinking the way that you do.

But don't be surprised when karma comes to have a chat, with you.

(I know it's not that good, but I wrote this when I was 13 for a black history assembly we did at my school and it's really the first piece of poetry I did that wasn't god-awful)

Here's Another Poem I wrote

This is one of the two poems that I wrote this year for a black history assembly at my school.

Blind

Can’t see it.

Can’t feel it.

Can’t recognize it.

You’re blind.

You turn away from the struggle of others.

You won’t hear about the injustice.

You pretend it’s all in the past.

You’re blind.

Don’t act like isn’t here.

Don’t act like it isn’t there.

Don’t make-believe it's all gone away.

Don’t look away from all the pain.

Your guilt is telling you to turn away.

Your fear is making you hateful.

Your hate is turning you violent.

Your ignorance has made you blind.

SOOO... I feel like I'm an awful writer

Well, I'm not really sure where to start this. I'm a teenager. And I wrote a book. I'm getting it published soon. And I have an awful feeling that it's nothing but garbage. I did the best I could, I reviewed it a hundred times, I've rewritten and thought about stuff over and over again, but I still feel like it's no good. Without giving any spoilers, it's a slice of life book about 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, with 6 out of 12 chapters taking place in school. Her and her parents have moved out of their old neighborhood 7 months before the book starts.

I want to make this a trilogy. I technically started this book series in 4th or 5th Grade, and I made a lot of google slides and I didn't really get better until a few months ago, when my dad got me a publisher through one of his former coworkers.

I really haven't wanted to admit it, but I'm pretty nervous about what the reception will be like. I feel like I'm just gonna get torn apart by critics, reviewers, and everyday book lovers across the nation or something.

Okay, this actually made me feel better. I hope anyone reading this has a good day/night!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MANSSSSSSSSSSSS

I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me. -SE Hinton, The Outsiders.