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Poetry.. The ink that flows through my pen
replaces tears I try to mend.
Poetry..held me when my father left my side.
When kids stared and whispered
poetry was where I could hide
With no one to turn to poetry it was you
who made me love this black skin outside and in
Silenced the ridicules they made against my melanin... You
Listened as I rambled on and on and on
About that cute guy in math class
You turned my butterflies into songs
You were the first in line every time
that cute guy lost his mind
and... hurt me.
See Id run to you to be subdued
and every time you renewed
the confidence I never knew I had.
Suddenly bad days didn't feel so bad
You've brought me inspire
Im reaching even higher
I don't just write for me but for the girl afraid to be
bold.. weak.. and even a little unique.
Poetry, a friendship, a bind
we've had since I was nine.
And though I'm reaching Nineteen
Nothing will ever come between..
The pen.. The paper.. The passion
that I have for Poetry.