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This paper and this pen


You ask me why I write.

My response is because I can.

They've taken the rest of my rights,

because under age I am!

 

Freedom of speech, yeah sure okay.

How can they call it free?

When I am told what to say,

but still no one acknowledges me!

 

Innocent until proven guilty.

Wouldn't that be pretty cool?

But when accused you're already wrong,

and they'll laugh at all of you!

 

So now do you see why I write?

If you don't I'll write it again.

The only way for me to fight,

is with this paper and this pen!

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