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Back when I was small a young girl touched my soul
I couldn’t have been more than maybe six years old
She opened my eyes to recognize no fear
Gave me all the tools to reach the final frontier
She kept my hand steady when I wanted to draw
The words she put together became pictures I saw
I just couldn’t resist when she whispered in my ear
She bought the world together when no one else could cohere
Although she’d been mistreated and abused all along
She wouldn’t put rest to her powerful song
She handed me the key to the confounds of my mind
Her words healed the sick and gave vision to the blind
Her love is unmatched, unconditional, unreal
Her appearance brings joy and feelings of zeal
She sought to bring out the potential in me
The girl that I speak of is named poetry