Jessica's Musings

We made it to the end of the year together. This entry closes out my ninth grade poetry with a final look back at words written long before I knew my name. These poems were shaped by structure, masks, and curiosity, and they remain a quiet snapshot of who I was becoming, even then.

I continue my look back at ninth grade poetry with a set of freeform poems that were a little more fun to write, even if I did not fully admit that at the time. There is humor here, some rebellion, and a few quiet glimpses of the things I loved back then. I will let my friends decide what they think of them.

As the year comes to a close, I find myself looking back at some of the earliest poetry I ever wrote. These pieces come from ninth grade, when creative writing was still an assignment rather than a choice. What began as something I resisted ended up surprising me, and even planting the first quiet seeds of confidence that would grow much later.