I am a Child of...

Hi! I am honestly not sure what to make my first blog post about...

I know I love writing. So, here is a poem I wrote in AP Lang this year that shows just how much I love it!

The original poem is titled "Child of the Americas" by Aurora Levins Morales. 

I am a Child of Writing

By Anna Flynn



I am a child of writing,

A tan- skinned Bostonian in Massachusetts,

A child of two creative parents, who I feel carried this trait down to me.  


I am a  woman who loves to draw pictures through words,

5 A product of a poet for a father and story writer for a mother.

An educated journalist you might say. 

I  write about my anxieties: I believe it might help others,

My pencil is a wand giving life to the words that describe my emotions. 


I am young, still living. Passion is my drive,

10 Speaking my fire inside through my voice, I call it my instrument:

The power of the female gender,

The power of expression, the ability to tell your audience how you feel. 

I am motivated to inspire others, since I am inspired by authors I read:

I write what I feel moves, not just myself, others. 

 

15 I am not my stress. Panic is in me, but I have the ability to remain calm. 

I am not my tension. Uneasiness is in me, but I can fight it. 

I am able to reach my dreams. Nerves live in me, but I am stronger. 


I am well worded. Dedication made me. My favorite writing is stories. 

I was born to a father with a heart full of love for literature and music. 

20 And I am the one who carries this into the next generation.

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  1. Steve GeorgeJuly 7, 2021 at 3:20 AM

    The search for self-identity is both evolving and constant and your options and alternatives are limitless. You're off to a great start. Best of luck in blogging! I'll be checking in on your progress.

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