I Who Become Definite

i, as a little girl was doubtful

Beginning, was not a fan of poetry

Yet, reality sure is surprisingly thoughtful

To i, who does not place fate in this century

 

Inevitable, is what the so-called misery

That has been trailing i, the weak full of shame

Who was unable to push the dirty-minded man whose not sorry

Crafting this story, i thought, “sure it is not lame”

 

As I write this poem, the current, “i” is no longer uncertain

I am convinced that each of us are able to connect

The aesthetic and intensive of Poetry which I believe we should maintain

Expose the beauty of others perspective that created an impact

 

Fly free and pour every single drop of creativity in a blank space

Is what magnificent Poetry taught me, the “I” who now owns a smile on her face   

   

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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