My Talent

My talent is that I can write poetry. I've been writing poetry since I was 13 years old. At first, it was just a way for me to cope with the death of my mom then it became my passion. Furthermore, in middle school, I did spoken word for the first time for a talent show and won. Moreover, I later performed at a club since I was underage my dad had to come and there I received a plaque for the event there honoring women. To add, I later joined the poetry club in high school. Being there I felt my dexterous skills for poetry were being enhanced by being more expressive with my work and challenging myself with other content. Also, I felt comfortable with people like me and as though all our work was impeccable. Nobody couldn't tell us nothing. I mainly write about love, the idolization of love and relationships. However, I use to write about various subjects such as eating disorders, being depressed, nature, and spirituality. I am currently on my fourth journal. My favorite poem is about God and how can God tell us who we are supposed to be when we have found ourselves. Though my goal is to become the best selling author and to become self -published before the age of 35. Below is one of my best work. So I hope you enjoy. Below fill free to leave comments.

This piece is called Oh, father.

Oh, father please unpaved this road that I am on and reveal this person that is inside this body of mine.
Oh, father, I have no idea where I am going and even if I did what could it all mean and still I would be uncertain about when it will come to an end.
Oh, father all I am asking is for your help to help me seek into the bottom of my soul, heart, mind, and body to figure out who I truly am.
Oh, father I seemed to be drifting in and out of the person I use to be or the person I want to be- I am sure of which one it is at the moment.
Oh, father I sometimes feel like I am losing myself yet I try to grasp on what little I have left of me.\
Oh, father could you please tell me...
Oh, father could you please tell me...
Oh, father could you please tell me who I truly am suppose to be from the moment you came kicking and crying hysterically out of your mother's womb.
Oh, father I feel like I am fighting someone else besides me maybe my true identity or my alter-ego.
Oh, father this isn't some lie or fairy tale story you can easily read from my palm or by my face expression.
Oh, father trust me this is all me.
Oh, father I know I am blessed with a family who puts clothes on my back, feeds me, a bed to sleep in, and make sure I have a home to come home to though why can't you tell me who I truly am supposed to be.
Oh, father you're the one who brought meaning and peeked light into this world though why can't you tell me who I truly am supposed to be.
Oh, father please forgive me for my sins.
Oh, father I feel as if each and every day I put one foot on this pavement I'm not just walking into this earth that you created I'm fighting death and I am fighting me.
I'm beginning to reach my boiling point so father just tell me on e little thing who I truly am suppose to be.
Cause then I won't go on  living with this feeling like life is not worth living unless I truly know who I am suppose to be.
Cause baby this misery is not for me.