Poetry in Me
There are many types of poetry
But I've always found comfort in rhyme
One day I learned I couldn't speak certain things
So I kept it all in my mind.
A teacher gave me a special license
At the ripe age of nine;
She gave me a poet's license
And I swear it couldn't have come at a better time.
Some things others just couldn't understand
Or maybe I didn't want them to know.
Whether it was a secret affair within myself
Or another expressive window,
Poetry gave me a sense of freedom
And a creative release.
I am a poet for the rest of my life
Because without writing,
My sense of existence would cease.
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