Because I Can

Broken hearts make better poets,  
Or at least that is what I heard.  
But I have never experienced love,  
So to me that is absurd.  
I do not know what it feels like to be incomplete without someone by my side.  
I do not know what it feels like to be hurt by someone who cheated and lied.  
However,  
I do know what it means to be blessed:  
To have family, schooling, health, and a place to rest.  
I do know what it means to have a dream:  
To crave something so badly that you want to scream.  
The point is that I do not have a broken heart,  
But I do have two hands, passions, and a taste for art.  
I write poetry to express who I am.  
Why? Because I can.

This poem is about: 
Me

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