by Jacqueline Woodson
When I tell my family
I want to be a writer, they smile and say,
We see you in the backyard with your writing.
We hear you making up all those stories.
We used to write poems.
It’s a good hobby, we see how quiet it keeps you.
But maybe you should be a teacher,
do hair . . .
I’ll think about it, I say.
And maybe all of us know
this is just another one of my
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Last updated November 25, 2022