MY TEARS ARE BITTER.
I question my talent as a writer. I am afraid to call myself a writer because I am constantly reading the works of others and by comparison I decide that there isn’t any way I could write like that. Yet, it is all I ever want to do. I began writing at roughly age 5. I wrote little rhymes about the things I saw around me. I had many bits of paper and blunted pencils. I made it big when…