I know a writer

I know a writer

She seems like quite the fighter

her arms and legs are covered in scars

But her eyes are so full of stars

 

I know a writer

Whose future couldn't be brighter

that always seems so sad

Or maybe just a bit mad

 

I know a writer

Whose nights are spent hunched over her typewriter

She often falls asleep in class

But, she has a smile that could cut glass

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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