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.
Diamond Lewis is a class of 2018 mentee from Brooklyn, NY.