I'm a Writer Because
I'm a writer because
I wanted to speak without a stammer, isn't that enough?
Majoring in English was met with 'that's unfortunate'?
After all, who ever needed to be understood, to animate?
Words were my match and I'm a girl made of gasoline?
Rising like smoke to elucidate is who we are as human beings?
I asked if the surving words I read could come from my own hands?
Time after time, I couldn't escape what I am?
Every day I reminded myself to destroy is submission?
Really, it's because poetry is truth turned reality, without permission.
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