The Poetry Book

I know some of my fans have been wondering where I am. Well, to answer your question—I’ve been homeless. A lot of things have been happening, from being almost murdered to being sexually harassed. Well, something else happened. Do you remember my first book? I know you do. Where I claimed to be a dyslexic. Well, I’m not. After all is said and done, it was just a trick. I was taking medication three times a day—8:00 a.m., 4:00 p.m., and 8:00 pm. It turns out the 4:00 p.m. medications were overdosing me, forcing me to fall all over the place. So I was told to stop taking the 4:00 p.m. medication altogether. The other thing is that I was a leap-year baby. Well, to put those who are at ease—I am not a leap-year baby. I’m well now, and like I said, God gave me a voice. Every so often, I’m going to do it, speaking through my poetry. Yes, I’m still on SSDI—how else would I pay for my poetry hobby? There’s a way; I’m a gifted paralegal. I just haven’t had a break yet. Here’s wishing me good luck. Thank you.