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For my extra blog post this week, I thought that I would do something different and post a poem. I haven’t written a poem since I was an undergrad; I hope you all enjoy.

The 90s Kids

Who am I? I’m the 90’s kid.

I am the kid who would wake up at 6:30 AM to watch Sailor Moon on Cartoon Network.

I am the kid who put on her tight brown and white plaid jumper everyday for school, who would have to go to class before 8:40 in order not to be late.

I am the kid who watched Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and pretended to be Rita in the school yard during recess.

I am the kid who loved Barney and swore he was my best friend. Lamb Chop, Hush Puppy, and Charlie Horse were my friends and Sherri Lewis was their awesome mom.

I am the kid who cherished Lisa Frank and the Yikes pencils when my mom bought them for me; I swore I was the coolest girl.

I am the kid who used her allowance to buy the first Spice Girls album and the first Emimen LP, Slim Shady.

I am the kid who broke my mother’s cd walkman every few months because my Jansport would crush it.

I am the kid who watched Snick every Saturday night and wanted to hang out with the cast of All That.

I am the kid who dreamed that I would find my own Dawson Leery and swore Felicity was my long-lost older sister.

I am the kid who could not wait to grow up.

It’s not the 90s anymore. Twenty-four years have went.

I am the 90s kid in the new generation.

The 90s will forever reign.

Ever felt that moment where your heart was telling you to do something, and you couldn’t just ignore it? Well, that has been the feeling I’ve been having for sometime now. One may say that I’m “bugging,” but I believe that until one has this experience, no judgements should be made.

My heart is telling me to go after what I love, which is to write. I remember five years ago, my college advisor asked me why I changed my major to Creative Writing. I looked into her eyes, without hesitation and said, “Because I love to write.” The professor smiled and said, “Welcome to the English department.”

Writing brings out the best in me. It allows me to convey my feelings without barriers. A blank sheet of paper is my canvas. My emotions, actions, dialogue saturate the page. What makes this the most beautiful that it is my own doing; this is my creation that no one can take away from me.