A couple of weeks ago I lost my job and after working for 15yrs. Straight I am kind of lost. or at least that's what I thought been sitting around feeling sorry for myself. but after having friends and family supporting me, and God protecting me I've learned. Things happen for a reason and in it's own season. I was also told by a competition I enter back in the summer that I am not a good poet. was told my poetry is filled with both hate and love so for awhile I stopped writing that hit me hard. My poetry comes from life I write what I have survived and what I know, and for another poet who is here to mentor and encourage to tell me that other poets wont understand or even like what I have to say, well to say the least it hurt. My whole purpose with what I write is to show others that I am who I am, so now with the strength of God in my corner I know my worth and I am somebody special and very creative in my nature and in my poetry. I believe that I will be happy with a career in the Culinary Arts and I also know my love of poetry will not can not be changed or thrown away. I love who I am and I know my Worth.