I met Lidy not so long ago and I love her blog. So I was excited when I saw she had a book coming out. Today, she's here to tell us about the experience of writing poetry. Lidy's also giving away a $10 Walmart giftcard in a raffle linked below.
Take it away, Lidy!
What Led Me to Write Poetry?
by Lidy Wilks
I first started writing poetry by writing rhymes. In the beginning, it was more for fun and it allowed me to delve deeper into my love for all things Halloweenish. It wasn't until later that I started to write poetry as an outlet and for inner reflection.
It all started when my mother transferred me out of the Catholic private school and into a public school. Changing schools had a huge toll on me. Granted, my mother could no longer afford the tuition, so it was off to public school. But as an introverted person, having to start all over again was something unfathomable to me. I had to leave behind six years worth of friendships and teachers I liked and respected. I didn't want to go and the school begged my mom to keep me enrolled until graduation in two years. Sad to say neither of us had no control over the matter.
So I’d transferred in the 7th grade and my brother who was already a student there, had his own set of friends. So couldn't hang out with him and I'd much preferred to stay by myself. Discovering new worlds with every book I read. I was a flesh and blood cliche of ‘quiet as a mouse.’ And with my personality I hadn't made any friends for a long while. Who knew that it’d get me in trouble. Yet unbeknownst to me, I had made myself an enemy.
I don’t remember the girl’s name. But she was a fellow classmate and took pleasure in bothering me every chance she got. Even throwing paper balls at me during class once. Well, that day I had enough and I finally threw some back. But that was when she crossed the line. She read my words when she hadn’t the right. It was that day she became the second person I disliked most in the world.
Eventually, I found out why she hated me. She assumed herself that I thought I was better than everyone. Little old me, who was quiet and behaved in class, did the assignments and passed all her tests. Call me crazy, but isn't that a job of a student? Respect and listen to your teacher, do the assignments, etc. At least that was how I was brought up. Oh well.
About the Book:
Debut poetry chapbook Can You Catch My Flow? captures the everyday ordinary events of the human condition in poetic snapshots. No matter the walks of life, the reader is sure to find themselves within the lines.