Paris.
I came here expecting to laugh, to watch videos and "write" in my journal
I expected to have fun
But instead i was inspired.
Inspired by the other artists and by the teacher.
even the tourists had their times to shine.
On the first day of class i sat down and and wrote in my journal
"i expect to fill the page when nelson tells us to."
But instead of just writing to the bottom
i tried crazy things, i wrote a rap
and a cheesy poem
i wrote things that made me cry and things i am afraid of.
i would think about what to post and what to say.
and im proud to say
i found my paris.
