A letter to myself in the future,

Good morning, I've been trying to tell you for years now that you are talented. That your body is just an add on to you. Don't let edges define you. Calories were made to be eaten so stop counting. Please write it's the only thing that's going to get you out of this hood. You can make it out. Write until every birthday journal is filled, until you have nothing left to say. you will always have something to say. I'm here to tell you, "Poet Breathe Now." Go get back in your zone and spit mind-boggling metaphors into the mic, because someone needs to hear the truth. You need to make that stage boom because once it shakes you will every ones heartache. So poet speak now because no one else will do it for you. Go find the good people like grandma told you.