My Only Reason To Love Words
Fourth grade is when I met him
Mr. Smith, my ELAR teacher
He didn't make words dim
He made them a fine feature
Incouraging me to write stories
To use my words to send a message
So lives weren't as boring
With words I can repair damage
Now I am a junior in high school
I still write stories of struggle and survival
The words with power cause my pages to be full
Stories help me fight stress, my rival.
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