The Key
When I looked at me
What did I see?
But a lonesome girl
With no personality
Then I came across
This thing called poetry
And read Ego Trippin’
By Nikki Giovanni
Only to realize
I wanted to be set free
To express myself
In an expressionless community
For months I tried
To find the key
To dig deep within
The depths of me
For months I searched unsuccessfully
I wanted so bad
To be unique
But it wasn’t until
My emotions were brewing
That my poetry flowed out
Like a beautiful symphony
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