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The poet
I couldn't stand up high to talk
my opinions merely matters to them
my voice was low but my strength is loud
the little voice in me kept reminding me
" you are not alone! you have your words"
i grabbed my pen and a blank sheet of paper
to write that which i couldn't say.
the poet in me is finally out
and i promise never to let him go.
© hawa
my opinions merely matters to them
my voice was low but my strength is loud
the little voice in me kept reminding me
" you are not alone! you have your words"
i grabbed my pen and a blank sheet of paper
to write that which i couldn't say.
the poet in me is finally out
and i promise never to let him go.
© hawa
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