My Random Autobiography

By Diamond Lewis

I never write about myself, so with this piece I wanted to try that. It’s an introduction to who I am and explores who I am becoming. 

I was born at 11:20am on a rainy Wednesday, November 29, 2000 and not in February 

Premature, I fought for my life in an incubator and received my name
a little yellow with acid in my gut but I came out okay. 

I was the securely attached child who cried when my parents left 
and held onto them until I couldn’t anymore,
then cried until they returned. 

I found comfort in the books I read and expressed my creativity in writing. 
Even wrote a book at eight titled, “Don't Eat Me at Thanksgiving.” 

I was picked on in school. 
I wonder if they knew...
they couldn't crack a diamond. 
They took their best shots 
and I never fought back 
because my hard exterior was not going to crack.  

In middle school I was lame 
but, I had great grades
and had already picked out my dream college
while everyone was dyeing their hair and losing all their knowledge. 

I danced in the rain, always
wearing my big clunky rain boots 
and carrying an umbrella twice my size

I  took pictures of everything
I’m one to hold on to memories 
(I think that is why my phone never has storage).

I do my happy dance
and smile really big during math tests 
because it stimulates my brain
while my peers watch me like I'm some kind of disgrace.

I am a very technical dancer,
I think ballet may be a gene.

I watch Grey’s enough to yell “Scalpel!” before they do 
and Criminal Minds enough to become the best serial killer of all time.

I sit on the floor in libraries and bookstores 
to hide and escape the realities of the world —
like the little boy at the table making book towers and knocking them over
creating mini earthquakes within the stories.

I love fortune cookies as snacks
but the fortunes are wack. 

I'm 5’1 & ¾s 
116 lbs 

I may be small,
but I will snatch the crown.