Poetry

In 1993 I remember eagerly finishing up an exam paper with 45 minutes to spare. I was 10 years old and we weren’t allowed to leave the examination room. So this little girl sat at her desk staring at the few extra empty papers staring right back at her (I have tendencies to speak about myself in 3rd person).
I only wanted to fill the papers up, with doodles and muppet faces. Instead, stanzas began to form and they rhymed. I knew that day this might be one of my humblest of passions for the rest of my life. I am still waiting for that to change.
So in these little musings, haikus and verses you’ll meet life, you’ll meet my stories and you’ll meet me. When you do, don’t forget to say hello.

Jessiefermisms

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