I was the kid in high school that would spend most of my time in the cafeteria. Drawing things. Or I would go to the library and listen to Michael Jackson’s lyrics over and over again. That was where the seed was planted for poetry.
During my last year of high school, I submitted a piece from drama class to a South Asian festival looking for young playwrights. It was accepted, and I got to perform for the first time with other youth actors. That’s when I realized what I was doing was actually spoken word.
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