Knowing First Hand Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knowing First Hand



Having grown up in poverty, knowing what it's like first-
hand to have absolutely nothing, creatively knowing how
to give solutions to the problems that to date have never
been solved.

Thanking God for a photographic memory, living my dreams
right this moment in time, wanting to provide for family
and helping people all over the world, another dream that
I knew had to be attained one day.

Waiting to learn and put to use everything possible to
publish and sell my poetry books, hopefully becoming a
world famous author and poet, a childhood dream that was
never lost through the years.

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