Epilepsy Talk

How Creative Are YOU? 

I was born a writer.  Just like I was born with brown eyes. 

In 5th grade when we were assigned to write a poem with an illustration, everyone wrote about the spring, flowers, stars, the city, the country.

I wrote about racism.  My illustration was a black silhouette pasted against white paper. 

My teacher promptly sent me home with a note for my parents, accusing me of plagiarism.