Your heart broken you’llget stronger.

A SIX WORD MEMOIR

I am from West Englewood.

From animals and art.

I am from the people, the mother and father that raised me.

I am from the tall apartment buildings that shine their shadows over me.

The colorful flowers and trees packed with flowers and leaves.

I’m from the earth and nature.

From the money that put clothes on my back, And from the green grass that the animals run on.

I’m from the city with art and creativity, And from death that hasn’t taken me.

I’m from the earth that brings me pain but also life.

I’m from Chicago, Illinois.

From the Chinese food and sweets that fill me.

From the father who named me China girl.

I am from Anxiety.

Nobody, since you asked, I’ll tell you why I’m so creative…

Because I know how to draw.

Because I like art.

Because I can cook & bake.

Because I know how to create different things.

Because I can use My creativity to be myself.

Because you never asked me.

Because I can help people.

Because I can & will use my creativity to create things.

Because art can be anything.

Because I am creative.

Because I want to be.

Because I am me.

I am not a people person. I am creative. I want to start a business. I am a caring and thoughtful person. I don’t not call people my friends but I do have acquaintances and associates. I remember a time when I was in elementary school. I thought this person was my friend until I found out she wasn’t. She was talking crap and belittling me, and then I just snapped and I kicked her in the face.

I create a lot of art. I want to start a business with the things I learned I helped a lot of people; students and teachers by giving them cards, got paperwork for them, helped them with their work. I don’t have friends and never will.