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Autobiography Essay

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As a child, I was always outspoken. I was the typical kid that questioned any and everything I encountered. Growing up in a Jamaican household, my mom and grandmother gave me the name ‘mout-a-massi’ which was patois (our english dialect) for blabber mouth. The people in my neighborhood at the time loved me. I was outgoing and always ready to lend a hand. I can remember a specific times where an old lady by the name of Miss.Peggy used to sit on her steps and read her folklore poetry out loud. She would read at the top of her lungs and waited patiently for me to join in through my bedroom window. The stanzas became songs to me. She had recited these poems so much that they became apart of my everyday routine. “ My body is the shield of my temple”, She would say, and i would soon after follow, “ What blasted man should go there”. Miss.Peggy was big on self empowerment and having confidence in yourself. She was a role model to many young girls in my community. I think she was my major source of confidence and she helped to shape me into the outspoken 12-16 year old I became in the future. When I got to 3rd grade, my teachers noticed my charisma and love for poetry. I became apart of the Jamaica National Folklore Festival (JNFF). Every friday afternoon I would stay back with my team after school and practice reciting famous poems from popular folklore writers like Louis Bennett, Kwame Dawes, Linton Kwesi Johnson and so much more. I did group poetry mostly,

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