Glancing back at our pass I can bear in mind the first time we were introduced. I was so young minded back then, and you were my adolescent equal…like most young people, I treated you immaturely, surely not able to embrace your grace, you’d allowed me to face my troubles, and juvenile struggles. Teacher not feeling me, Mom & Pops not understanding me, my crush not diggin me, but it was you who defined me…threw my trials and tribulations you stood behind me…I finally found someone I could vent too, someone to help me convey the things I go threw…someone to sit quietly alone with…and feel at peace with myself, and if no one else, understood , the bond we share, we could care less…cause you bought out the best in me, allowing me to nurture my creativity my sensuality my originality, you positively made me a better man. You speak to me in ways that no one else has or can. I have grown to become your biggest fan, schooling me to understand the power of words…creative ways of using nouns, adjectives and verbs… able to purge my soul of all the bottled up mess I kept hidden for so long, I know I belong with you…you…simplify my troubles, channel my pains, cradle my frustrations, enabling me to gain & retain the knowledge of your collective words….You’ve grown on me, you’ve open up opportunities for me, allowing me to express me…that is why I fell in love with you , Ms Poetry….