Thinking

I've been thinking about life and its many absurdities. I just got done watching Precious for the first time. I haven't cried in a movie like that since the movie Radio. As I was watching I was thinking how much I relate to her. Granted i've never been sexually abused nor psychically. However, I did relate to her being picked on by everybody. At one point in my life, I was her. I felt that nobody liked me or loved me. But that's where poetry kicks in. Poetry has always been my way of expressing my feelings, just like Precious.