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Life in poetry: The past, the past, fly out of there fast

I recently had the opportunity to do a poetry reading and talk at Brookwood, which is a group home for teenage girls. The girls have either been placed there by their families, or by state agencies. I attempted to entertain them with tales of my tortured childhood. I shared through my poetry how I have transcended my past and because of that, I now enjoy life in ways I could never have imagined when I was their age.