Justin Blackburn

Hello!! How are you? Who are you? My mother named me Justin Blackburn. I believe in love! My last profile got hacked and deleted, so I had to make a new one! LOVE! I am a human being who is growing and changing and learning every second of the day. Sometimes I feel beautiful being an idiot and other times I feel like an idiot being beautiful! You can be my friend if you like, I would like that if we were friends. I am a person like you so we would probably get along. I feel like everyone should be friends with each other. I believe there is a lot of unnecessary problems that make the world look like an evil place, when the world is not an evil place, it is a beautiful place! The world is whatever you would like it to be. I know life to be beautiful. I know life to be ugly. I know life to be whatever I like life to be since life was given to me. Life said, “here I am, use me however you wish.” And I did and I do and I am right now, life is giving me all the choices I can imagine and right now my choice is to write to you even when I am mad at life or I think life is over my head, it’s only me not understanding myself because I am life. I am my life. I make every decision in my life no matter how dumb or how smart. Every choice is chosen by me no matter the influence. I can do anything I like. I have come to an understanding that every person no matter if they know it or not has the choice to do anything they like to do, we are all limitless beings who put limits on ourselves. Here is a poem I wrote about myself, putting limits on myself..,JustinI will never graduate college and become a banker So I know my mother will never fully accept me But that is ok Because I let go of the part of me who needs acceptance from my mother I approve of myself.The little boy who writes a poem And reads it to his mother The mother tells the boy “That poem is disgusting, no one will ever like that!” The boy runs to his room and masturbates instead of crying Because crying is not what a strong man does. I am no longer that boy. For I approve of myself crying naked in a womb.Growing up in a rich white neighborhood Full of people who feared blacks, gays, and true love The little boy who was force-fed their pain The little boy who ate their pain in fancy restaurants The little boy who ate his own bullshit And woke up that morning and took a shower. That little boy is gone now He dances naked in a field of bright yellow sun flowers I understand the beauty of being The beauty of freeing yourself through experience I judge not a demon.Being pricked in every pore by the pointy pressure of being something People in pain pointing their finger at you And all you know to do is point at something else But now I point at myself. I call all the old friends who stopped talking to me Due to me not being what they wanted me to be And I say, “I am a neon sign and I stay open all the time”I need no fancy award plaque from the award shop I need no disheveled high school prom queen sex fiend I need no European shiny watch to tell me it’s 9:30 I need no fast expensive car to drive me to get groceries I need no luxurious home that mocks the homeless I need no biography written about what a crazy genius I am I need no religion telling me to confess my sins I need no mother and father to tell me everything is ok I only need myself to accept my deepest, secret fear of being powerful beyond measureI have two books out, that were both coauthored by Kenny Norsworthy (www.myspace.com/kennynors) the names of the books are Gifted Disabilities and It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already There, they are both available on amazon.com, I recommened the poetry book It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already TherePoem To The Beings Of The UniverseCheck out me reading poems, I think you might want the book after this....