Sylvia Plath Reads 'Daddy'

If I did not have a kickass AP English teacher, Ms. Savage, I'd mostly likely would still be a jerk about poetry. I fell in love with Silvia Plath, Emily Dickinson in high school, continued to take some poetry classes in college to balance out all the artsy and design-y classes and was so lucky to have been introduced to Rita Dove's work.

I don't write as beautifully as my friends, but I know what can give me goosepumps when I read/hear it.

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