I’ve always been an underachiever. I grew up in a low-income family that did everything they could to help my sister and me have everything we ever needed to succeed. As a loner, outcast, and confused kid, I’d often find myself deep in the depths of my own imagination. I’d imagine myself as an astronaut going to the moon, a marine biologist working with dolphins and whales, and as an animator working at Disney.

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I was what I considered, a “lost cause.” I had no social skills,  had nothing in common with my peers, and was bullied from grade 1 all the way to grade 11. It wasn’t until the age of 17 where I finally found something I could love.

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Poetry.